Friday, 28 June 2013

Fame, honing skills and K Koke....

(Qualifier: Though in this blog and others I may mention some of the music I've been listening to, it may not be good to listen to for those not called to it. Let God lead and use discernment).

Ok ok, when you thought you'd got rid of me.....I'm back!

This is one of those blog posts where I take time to get my thoughts together so please bear with me. I've been reading a lot recently and something which spoke into my heart was honing my craft. Now what does it mean to hone something?

To hone means to sharpen a tool on a fine grained whetstone...or in terms of a craft (a description maybe easier to swallow) to perfect or make more intense or effective. 

Now my craft consists of two things. My spoken word style (including my rap and spoken word poetry) and my barbering skills.

I realised recently in terms of both I still need to learn a lot. My barbering skills were shown up to be somewhat inadequate in my recent trips to barbershops far and wide. Knowing I can cut hair is a great start, but in terms of detail, quickness, ability, proficiency and experience, I know I ain't there yet......at all.

In terms of the music, yeah I can write...a bit. For over 11 years I've been learning how to put pen to pad, growing in lyrical ability, knowing God has most definitely given me this talent for his purposes. However, only over the last two years I've been challenged in the area of subject matter, how deep into my own personal experiences I'm willing to go and how much I'm willing to learn from other lyricists.

This week after being challenged on a work program I decided to focus in on honing my crafts. Starting with music,  I decided that every week I would learn something that is unique to the particular artist I'm focused on for that week. I started with a UK rapper named K Koke today and listened to his mixtape 'Pure Koke Vol 1' after hearing a few promising reviews.

It began as the typical 'hood mixtape' about not dealing with the police, not snitching, keeping a gun handy, selling substances and not saying you do things you don't do. However, for me anyway I was swiftly able to see a person quite transparent, a person who knew what he was doing was wrong, even through all his boasts about it. He mentioned death, thoughts of heaven and even the fact that he knew he was sinning a few times. Through hearing this mixtape I was challenged to think of those outside, those in ends, those who were humble enough to realise what they were doing was wrong. Those who didn't need anyone to tell them they were sinners. They knew it instinctively. Yet through a feeling of it being a necessary evil to survive, they clung to their sin.

I was challenged to think about how this was his life. Not necessarily written with any special effort so people would think he was hard or to portray a hard life but simply because this was his reality. I was challenged thinking that at times I write to sound like I've seen something, or sometimes preachy street commentaries, but he writes just because he lives it. He is authentic effortlessly because he lived the life and his rhymes are the product of his environment.

I have no authority to speak on the same level about such an environment because though I've been in ghettos, experienced the hardship of others for a time, and lived through little things I've never been pushed deep into the experience of  a day to day personal struggle such as people like K Koke who write from a daily reality. If making it in rap is my goal I may easily focus on the things I see, from a very dimmed view, not really caring about getting to grips with other peoples reality, just trying to propogate my stuff in order to get approval. But if I really want to learn about people and really am interested in their lives and really want to see the gospel brought to the poor, I will forget my selfish dreams and get into their reality, whatever that means.

So what if I don't became famous, so what if people aren't appreciating me for songs I've recorded. That should never have been the aim anyway. The right aim should always have been to draw others into the kingdom, not for self exaltation but through being a servant. I want to get to the end saying I lived for people and not for myself. I sought to get to grips with them. I cared for them. I fulfilled the call of God on my life. I loved people, not because of what they could help me with, just because I was called to and the opportunity was set before me. I loved God because I ran after the desire of his heart, which is greater than any other thing this world can offer- including fame and self propagation.

Desire for fame seeks to have me, but God has called me to a greater reward. Help me focus in.

Monday, 17 June 2013

A simple poem...

Well I hear the call 

To leave all I have behind

So that I might dwell

In my fathers house

And though the way is hard

And though the journey long

Still there's nothing the world can do 

To steal my heart away



Well I pledge myself 

To walk the highest way

So that I might kneel

Before your throne

And even when it feels

Like I am all alone

Still your love wins through

And keeps me travelling on



- Found on a wall at New River: A Jesus Fellowship Community House

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Can you reach (out for) my friend....

So I haven't wrote in a while and a lot has gone on. Too much to explain in one blog. In fact, some of it I want to keep a secret for now. But let's continue.

Now I have a friend. I have two friends. Two very different situations but in some ways they are similar. But I'll write of Friend 1 today.

Friend 1: I've known since I was maybe about 14. We grew up in the same city and met on one of those on-line chat sites. It was one of those typical teenage friendships although we had never even seen each other. We liked the same music, we watched the same TV shows. Both of us had dreams to move to America: her 'Flawda' (as she called it) and me more New York sides. The culture and the life just caught us both and we longed to get our green cards and pursue what our hearts were set on. Then things changed.

I moved to Jamaica for 2 years and in the first year I messed around and failed all my exams. She lambasted me for it (even though in the time I was meant to be in school studying, much was spent catching up with her on-line). I fixed up and the next year I got my head down, hardly catching up with her and making sure I passed well. Within a little while of finishing my exams I was on a plane out of Jamaica heading back to Britain via New York, catching up with her slightly during my stay in the US.

When I got back to the UK, it was crunch time. Some things had changed since I'd left and come back. I now was a Christian having made certain decisions in Jamaica, and though I was quite a baby in the faith I had in a very definite way chosen to walk with my master. Now for the first time I was gonna meet her. The girl I'd spent so long speaking to on the phone, on the computer and thinking of as my best friend all these years we'd never met. My heart in my mouth I remember walking into her shop to wait for her. Would she like me? I remember the jump suit I wore, the cap I wore, everything, I could name it's colours, it's make. Maybe not the shoes but the rest is clear in my mind :). I wasn't really thinking in a super romantic way 'cus she was my friend and that she had always been. I was just thinking would she like me as a person. The way I looked, my style and so on, as if that was all people should base deepening friendships on (so superficial).

To tell the truth, we messed about, ran some jokes but I don't think she was that impressed with me. Within a very small period of time I believe we lost contact and that was that. Maybe it was more circumstances than anything but to this day I'm still affected thinking of her. Genuinely I think God has stapled her in my heart, to live and die. It's weird. I've had many friendships built and lost but this one I carry with me.

Now I know the goodness of God, I can't help but want that for her too. For her to know him, to know how much he loves her and to know how much I love her. We talked one day on Facebook last year and we weren't the same people any more. We couldn't talk about the same things. Since then I've longed to know her as a friend again but to no avail. I pray one day and one day soon she would come to know God in the face of Jesus Christ. That's my greatest wish for her. Beyond any reconnection between me and her. Even if we never speak again, that would be enough for me. Though I love her and long to see her again and even rebuild a friendship with her, if that never ever happened but she found her Saviour, that would be enough.

Why do I tell you?  So you can pray too. Just tell God friend 1. He knows who she is.

Bless you.