D'sac101 Segment: 99 Jobs

99 JOBS.....and you are still complaining. When Chef 187 (A Zambian Musician) released this track, I was bopping my head to it like everyone else. Then it suddenly struck my mind that a simple phrase like that carried something beyond the muscle scintillating sensations that reverberate into dance. The lyrical genius of this artist or be it his mental faculty is well carved in comparison to many of his peers. What am I driving at? Am addressing the many youth that spend their time complaining and whining about lack of employment or that always want to blurt out the infamous “Boma Iyanganepo” (Govt. or Guardian must provide) phrase.

Each one of us has 99 jobs in us. We are born that way. It is a great insult to God and a crime to mankind for you to leave this earth fully loaded with all your talents and gifts unexploited. Heaven or hell depending on where you end up,will have no use for your talents. Why should one spend an average of 17 years or for arguments sake, 12 years in school attaining knowledge and at the end of it, all that knowledge lies idle? We get educated not to get employed but to be the employer! There has to be a deliberate policy within oneself to change perspective and think big. Education should serve to help you manage your God given abilities better. Success lies in exploiting your talent. In your talent is where your passion lies. And what you are passionate about, you will by all means achieve! So what are those 99 jobs (talents and gifts) you are sitting on? The most successful people in life are they that dared to bring the 99 jobs out!! Bill Gates, Zuckerberg, Thomas Edison etc. all had a passion for their gift. The list is endless because your name is not yet added to it. I leave you with one question, are you a “solutionist” or a “confusionist”? You have 99 JOBS and complaining is not one of them!!!

>>Kay Musonda<<

Crucifixion Story

The nail is used for many things

You see, a harmer is taken by it and drives it, that's a rule

Its an important tool but here is the irony

It was also used 2000 years ago

To hang upon a cross the King 

Who endured great agony.....JESUS CHRIST

A name familiar to every ear

Yet a character unknown to most dependants of oxygyn air

That's simply the familiar unfamiliarity

You see, Jesus took the pain and suffering for all mankind

He freely offered himself as the undeserving substitute

Tortured in our place,he bore our cross and wore our crown

He is one of a kind

Yet his royalty was never recognised

His life was never for one second correctly analyzed

Yet it was God's act of love for all mankind

Its the kind of grace beyond description

The type that moved me to recognition

Of the existence of God; the creator of all creation

A God that sent his "not one of many sons" but "only son" to trade life for death

And Grace pierced me in exchange

What a beautiful exchange; giving me a free gift called salvation

But you see this gift is often taken for granted by so many people...sad to say

Yet it came at a great cost that is explained through the cross and 3 nails

Elements of the crucifixion story

 See, you cannot keep a good man down

Through the years many have said

He went down a man and rose a king to deliver the spiritually dead; Giving us salvation

So when you see a simple nail with a sharpened end

Remember the crucifixtion story

And give God due glory

>>WORDSMITH<<

Homeless

17yrs; a life of battle I lived, without hope or peace of mind

My struggles have been nothing but gushes of pain like a thorn in my eyes

Pain leaking within; I was bleeding from inside
Mum saw the last of me at birth

The man who fathered me like the wind he is; unseen

 I've pestered earth; cried my eyes for food

Battle with the cold, sickness and my infirmity have glued to me

These streets that groom me have been a pattern of survival

Around the corner of Soweto; this place welcomed my arrival

I see rich people though throwing good food like dirt

Dustbins craw for my attention as I scamper daily their remains; I need their remains

To me it's a delight, there is no worth in feeling shame

I don't know the cavity of full chicken but I can prophesy to a chunk of meat

And you tell me; To whom do I complain? To whose command can I comply?

None! I don't know the day earth birthed me

Birthdays are feather less birds but still fly

I hold no knowledge of the day I was born; hold no record

I found me in this disarray, when I could reason with the sky ray

I..I realized the one woman who was my savior then; from birth had counted days

In her last day, she scooted closer to me and whispered

"Make today your 10th birthday and know not the life I've brought you up to experience"

With that, a Berger she died

Fellow beggars took her corpse; in a ditch she lay

A lifeless form that worshiped nothing but poverty.

Woman! You who presented yourself to me as mother, why desert me now?

Why empty my soul of every happiness I practiced to shine before your eyes?

Who now will comb my hair and tell me am beautiful?

Who will leave morning and come noon with little to chew?

Once more life chooses to avenge for the little joy I mastered

Am now 17yrs; perhaps death is friendlier

So sweet a scent; you're my escape to escalation

You exude a tentative approach that offers me a life of freedom

These pills that fill my hands so tender in my stomach

Yeah...so tender.. they'll find comfort

With this cup of water I ease them down...down....

A motion so simple, yes!

I feel my life leaving me at last; am growing cold

These pricks of pain; I deserve

My eyes closing slowly but surely; darkness mimics light

Heart beat racing; temperature skyrocketing

Yes...death is pulsating it's existence; am about to die..

If life has a word to say, Let it have its chance.. I said

If love has a word for me, Let it take this time

Let it speak to I

The Ground is cold; to breathe is curse

If there is a God, let him show my worth

Everybody is to themselves; building an empire or two

What's the purpose of living when to live is a selfish survive of the weak

My eyes close; my body nolonger with me

My spirit scores the little worth in it

Slowly I behold beauty within

Surely...Surely...even in the coldest day

God has always been with me..

Answered every adhered prayer; you protected and sustained me

In a soft still whisper; A breathe to me...I awake

I still love you my child

>> Racquel and Jeh <<

Introspective: Identity

"Mirror mirror on the wall...

Do you still see christ in me at all???

Does my life reflect the part???

That Jesus plays in my heart???

See, we say we are Christian 

Yet we don't reflect the Son 

We think we are christian because... 

Dad is a church elder, mom is that cheerful ol' Sunday teacher 

And because of the many bibles on the book shelf 

Hence,we are christian 

That's a fact 

Well, what a cleaver act 

Creative art of the heart 

Yet a blinded conviction; inceptions with deceptions 

This perspective skews your sense of identity 

See, you put Gods word on your lips 

Yet it's absent in your deeds 

It takes a shortcut to many people's ears 

But skips the path that leads to your heart 

Well, here is the paradox: every shortcut you take will cut you short 

Radically shifting your sense of identity 

Because you're "Christian" but not CHRIST-LIKE 

Here is a poets point of view.... 

"If zambians have roots in Zambia, so do Christians have roots in Christ"  

See, you were made in God's image 

To serve a purpose that expresses the vision of God; your artist 

That's the core of your identity 

See, you are the heartbeat of Ephesians 2:10 

A great piece of art created in Christ for good works which God created ahead of time 

So that we would walk in them 

Dare to take a voyage of self-discovery, trekking across all the Bible pages 

You'll realize you've been living in worldly prison cages 

And in the vision of my imagination Alas! 

Without the comfort of familiarity 

Faking peace when your words and deeds are in disunity 

You bound yourself in shackles of curiosity 

Who are you??? 

Are you the person God created you to be??? 

Or just a person this earthly world is begging you to be???

This is an introspective.... 

The search for our true identity... 

>>WORDSMITH<<

Sweet Pine Masquerade

Its the second glance that captivates the windows to your soul

As you gaze at its appetizing physique

Hooking you to its magnetic field

Like the persistant pocket-pull of an antique in a boutique

Like an acid, it gradually corrodes all your defenses 

Leaving your mind in a hazy state

As you begin to meditate on its mouth-watering taste

Causing your buds to salivate

Eventually, it has your motor neurons transmitting greenlight impulses to your effector

And like a slave, you willingly follow as darkness pulls the chains to your slaughter

One bite entices you to the next in a surge of temporal plastic pleasure

Its measure lasting no longer than a minor epileptic seizure

Compromise then sneaks in on its tiptoes

Perforating your faith with windows of doubt

As it adopts an up and down motion like seesaws 

It is then that sin unbalances the equation

Weighing you down to the point of addiction

As your roots run deeper in the soil of lust

Consequently depriving you of your redemption

Sweet pine masquerade

Beware of the second glance

For every fall lies in it...

>> Jedidiah<<