Monday, 25 December 2017

IMA-JESUS

JESUS

Ima ima.

Nothing seemed to work before you came.
The overflowing brooks had dried up under the scorching heat from the heartless sun.
Innumerable animals had taken flight after the poisoning of the heart of their keeper.
The snail of joy had crawled away with a sour look.
Mama Bear twib cubs, favour and victory, looked on as their mama guided them away from the human infants
Wondering when next they would get to play with the humans like the creator had commanded them to.
While the man pointed accusatory fingers at Eden, the evil one with a smirk of triumph, went to open the latch that kept the birds of dominon
Laughing out loud as man's rightful pets hovered around before letting out a mournful screech and then leaving.

Jesu Ima ima
Man suffered untold pain due to the fall.
The ground refused to yield a smile until sweat fell upon it as rain.
Little babes refused to come out of their rented apartments unless the cries of their mothers' ascended to the heavens.
Little stains on the pure cassocks were never forgiven until lambs lost their heads.
The beloved nation of the creator wallowed in chains forced on them by the creatures.
Kings were forced into walking while servants rode.
Queens were forced to brush golden tiaras while placing them on the heads of their maids.
The rich was forced to scavenging in dung hills while the jaws of servants worked wonders on the stewed lamb roasts.
The generals were thrown into dungeons where big rats nibbled at their toes and possessions.

Alu!
Taboos ran amuck in the fields of the sons of God
Oxen driving the plough of death and wrecking havoc on every good seed
The city streets became filled with blood;
Hell's secret service laying waste to dreams and saints with street sweepers in hand.

Then, word came through from the streets paved with gold.
The walls built with sapphire and emerald stones bore messages to the walls made with human hands.

"Baba dey come"
"Messiah dey come"

The three word sentence that shattered the eardrums of the evil one.
The morse coded message that was deciphered by the prophet Isaiah.
The single message that kept appearing on the cards of the Tarot players.
The single message that appeared in the entrails of animals split open by the prophets.
The single song of hope that kept on renewing the strenght of the inmates cluttered in the enemy's death camp.

Time passed and people forgot.
Time passed and the enemy forgot.
Till a baby cried.
In a bed of hay, the baby cried.
In the city of Bethlehem, the baby cried.

To a world of hurt, a saviour was born.
To the cheering of angelic hosts, the saviour was born.
To the sneering of earthly hosts, the saviour was dragged to Golgotha
To the jeering of demonic hosts, the saviour was crucified.
With the tearing of temple's veil, the saviour died.

Silence on the first.
Disciples tiptoeing to the grave to witness the miracle.
Hopes slain.
Grief multiplied, they returned home.

Silence on the second.
Pharisees entering the city in grand style to witness the triumph of civil authority.
Hopes raised.
Merriment multiplied, they returned to their castles.

Shouting on the third day.
Hallelujah for the king has risen!
Hallelujah for the saviour has dominated.
Hosanna for the creation is saved!

#Okonta Kosi
YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY.

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

THE COMPETENCE STATE (part A)

Most people go through life without discovering where their fast ball is and what their talents are,also not develop it through their life-stay. Their skills and abilities lay dormant without a nurture and thus these inherent potentials never get to serve them. You have something that you brought to the universe and it's quite tragic how you go to the grave without letting the universe have a feel of them. If you decide to drop your buckets where you are and develop your gifts you will never ever be without. You will develop a strong sense of happiness and a larger vision.  We all need some area of our lives where we can have a feeling of competence that will also cut across the minds of everyone who comes across us. You need a load of strength of character to digest all you need to  know to build your competence in an area. In this era of accelerated change, overwhelming complexity and tremendous competition,as you begin to expand in developing your skill you will always be in control of your destiny.
The human spirit  is wired so powerfully  it can tune-off the critics both in and outside. Being relentless quickens the manifestation of this state enhancing the full activation of creativity.
Now this is because life sometimes get tired of whipping you and so just let you go.
The fact that you can't get out of life alive is the sole reason why you should always try to have a good time.
Live your life with passion, treating everyday like its gonna be your last day with some hard-drive.
Holding on through life with our emergency breaks always on is such a negative energy that makes us carry all potentials unto the grave without defeats and keeps us back from releasing them which is not good enough for the universe.
If we knew better we will surely do better. It is better to be prepared for an opportunity and not have one, than to have one and not be prepared.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Thursday, 28 September 2017

INDEPENDENCE IN A SOCIAL MEDIA WORLD.

57years ago a child was born to a life she considered free and fair after being enslaved centuries Long in an encapsulated case devoid of access to simple basic amenities even in the presence and abundance of resources  tapped, untapped and most yet unknown. All she filled her mind with was wishes, clouding her thoughts with beautiful mental picture so crystal as diamond and brought to life by all the finest color she could ever imagine. But like the Saying goes,, If wishes were horses we will all ride. Her incubation period was nothing to write home about,filled with agonizing moments  that brings a still tear to her face. No one could comprehend what exactly she went through during her dark days no matter how much of her history was read on papers and history books. She was never for the accolades because they only last but for awhile. Chills was always flowing down her spine and her adrenaline responding to ever mental action in and out without preference to limiting factors,secreting hormones yet to be identified and responding with an almost Blank-Action to every stimuli. Her New birth to independence never came through without loads of rules, regulations, norms and values sometimes expressed with high precision of contradiction,swinging on an imbalanced pendulum acted upon by little or unknown external force of gravity. Overtime she tries to gain her balance, a quest that seems futile  due to an ever-increasing complexity grounded in retrogression and cemented with chimers designed by rhetoric and hurt would not give her a break to explore the dividends that come with this long awaited birth. And now,  just when she thought she has found her feet on the ground and of course leave her footprint Upon the sands of time so posterity can say of her that she vehemently stoop to conquer!!!  Here comes a different world rearing its seemingly beautiful head and piercing through all spheres of her world so fast that bubbles breaks each time this new world gains a new ground thereby spreading its tentacles, and just like a wild fire engulfs everything that comes its way. This new world obviously couldn't function without the full participation of the people in this new Independent world of hers resulting in a rise of "divided attention". Her world could barely focus on the things "basic" needed to permenetize her status nor build a better, stronger and more stable growth-phase. So here come a massive decline having been unable to resist the enticing pleasureable pebbles thrown at them. This New World was named SOCIAL MEDIA. It came with a new kind of book called FACEBOOK and compounded everyone especially student to read them, a world we had to Follow unknown people on TWITTER and ignoring the real known people we see around, a world we had to weigh our life status on a scale It called INSTAGRAM,a World that once said we had 2GO via a BBM transport to get our PALMCHAT, making us create our links only in LINKDIN, a World everyone wants to be a BADOO by getting familiar on WECHAT, gathering views on SNAPCHAT and trying to get to the SKYPE level. IMO became their tourist centre with visitors slogan reading WHATSAPP, just to stay updated. This new world  kept People stuck up on an enclosed YOUTUBE, where time spent are with no return of investment. The quest and demand to have a spot in this new world rendered the vision behind her gained independence almost blind.
So while we raise our banners in celebration of the freedom bought by the lives of our hereos past, let us have posterity in mind and give justice to their course.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY NIGERIA.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY.

Wednesday, 6 September 2017

BROKEN HOMES. (PART 1)

Oh, the Children, have you met any yet? Sure you have, the strange smile on their face,their shallow laughter trapped by an unclear net-like structure, their untold agonizing Story about how Mum and Dad couldn't make it work,their gloomy eyes filled with uncertainty and despair, their broken trust and wounded soul. Mostly too easy to spot them from the crowd,as they automatically become withdrawn to their detriment as that was ever their original nature. You wonder what happened to their confidence? Oh, it was stolen along side their courage that moment one or both parent used the door without looking back. Trust died the moment their parent smashed it to death right in their face, and here they are so unable to trust their very own words. They don't sit under a Love sermon,but how can they!! as they constantly wonder why Love wasn't enough to keep their Parent together. I met an Innocent one who never envisaged falling in Love for fear "i don't want my kids growing up like i am" she screamed. Holding her close to my chest i could feel her blood rush through her veins. What a beauty, intellect, talent, bravery, elegance all locked up by a broken home.
He goes through life not trusting any Lady he meets. She beliefs every man she meets is a total replica of her father and so she ends up breaking the Innocent hearts of everyman that crosses her path.
Lets take a step back on our decisions, placing right priorities from the beginning
with the future generation in view.
In respect to the topic at hand let us consider those angelic kids we are bringing into a world filled with its own miseries and not inflict more on them by an adulterated decision we took way back to satisfy our pride,greed,lust, ego and emotions.
We pray the World stays free of this ever increasing sad sight.
LET LOVE ABOUND

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

IRRELEVANT QUEST FOR RELEVANCE

Now the centre of attention is a crowded space already and I bend in wonder as I stare at the long queue aiming for the same spot, some busy doing nothing, trampling on others and exhausting their strength in the place of struggle.
The sky is obviously too big for two birds to collide, so everyone up in the sky becomes a centre of his own world. So many misplaced priorities already, ignored talents, shattered dreams, overrated ego, altered destinies and aimless aims all in this shadowy quest for what is too frail to hold waters.
Long lost potentials all buried beneath the soils of forgetfulness and regrets, Pride taking the centre stage and calling the shot on humility, real beauty replaced by surgeries, brains displaced by gains ,fame bought with money and shame worn on undeserving persons. People coming to equity with unclean hands and passing judgement on the innocent.
Lives lost in the hands of careless road users with the needy perpetually at the mercy of the more fortunate.
Religion speedily losing its grip and heresy fast spreading like wild fire.
My heart sinks in my mouth and my bridled tongue shivering within its walls.
But what can I honestly say knowing  I am just one little girl in the gallery of life, staring into space with a hope to paint the real picture someday with an engraving definition of life that will define every single soul regardless of race, color, religion, or status.
A definition that will displace the hasty quest for relevance and reset the priorities of everyone.
Wishes might be a well branded name from your stable at this point. But a single harmless wish is more honorable than a viable harmful quest that creates a menace for the Society.
While competitiveness may be life principle,  creativeness is God principle. Much of the strife and headlong clash with others that exist in our daily affairs can be avoided simply by taking a creative rather than a competitive viewpoint of other things and other people.
Man is not on earth solely to build taller buildings, longer bridges, fly higher, dive deeper, and make explosions.  Without doubt all human activity has its place in the scheme of things, but it is certain that all endeavor, all inquiry has only one end -the progressive emergence of God out of matter, of God out of man. These are pyschology, parapsychology, and mystical philosophy.
This quest are prison bars of our own making, when we get locked up inside of it, even a legion of angels can't seem to have the power to set us free.
Our universal minds becomes channeled to the viewpoint of others thereby rendering our abilities incapacitated and making us vulnerable to a world we were predestined to dominate.
The fast rising is alarming, how much the real essence is forgotten and a total adoption of frivolity and temporary gratification  is embraced without a blink of what the future consequence could be.
Our drawing boards needs to be visited, and the time is now.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Friday, 23 June 2017

LAST NIGHT AS A SPINSTER

Here comes the day,it's exactly 12.30am,and here I am rolling from one end of my bed to the other. No!! I am not restless, am trying to find sleep. Oops!!  or maybe am scared, frightened over what I can't lay my fingers on. So am up, getting up from my bed at this point was the most viable option. Taking a quick glance at the event checklist just to be double sure everything was in order."PERFECTLY ORDERED" I said to myself, haven't seen  such perfection in a long while. So,  why is my adrenaline pumping this fast?  Oh----no no, now I got to hit my bed, I need all the rest I can get and am so resolved.Retired to my bed, all I could think about was "US". The vow, I starred with a teary eye as he read them aloud. Brief  and packed full with words that pierced my heart like a sword. The table is now turned to me, my teary eye broke up and drops was on my beautiful wedding dress. My beloved starred at me in fear. NO,,,,,, I assured him in the silence of my heart that I wasn't walking away, I was going nowhere, I am staying forever till death do us part. I read out my vows and meant every word of it. The pounding stopped suddenly and some chill ran through my veins. Suddenly the chill was interrupted. The other side of reality was beginning to dawn on me as the word "CLEAVE" kept resounding in my head. Okay, I thought it was actually about the wedding party and that was all I gave my attention to from the very day I accepted his proposal. But here I stood drained with the idea of cleaving. The sweet memory we had from the moment I said YES was nothing likened to the word cleave. It sounded like some thunderbolt and my freedom was abit shaken out of place. It wasn't about the vow, it was more. My friends,. My acquaintance, my clique and die-hand gangs.  Oh,,  ,how well I don't know their fate now.  I love the man standing before me with every beat of my heart but I still never want to leave them nor put an end to all the memories we shared,and here are all the people around joyously enchanting  "CLEAVE, CLEAVE, CLEAVE". how my heart pounds yet my smile broadens. Mixed emotions was all I felt. How come I have all my thoughts and attention  to the wedding party but gave little to the cleaving aspect of it all. And as I stood in this beautiful hall,  all I think  now is how to cleave to the one I just promised eternity and that am gonna do. 

How often we do what I did, majoring in the minor and ignoring the major. It's never too late for me to do what is right by understanding  and practicing the word "CLEAVE.  And so for you out there, go back to your drawing board and get them right. 

We can if we believe 

#placingrightpriorities

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER

MARTHA SAGAY

Thursday, 1 June 2017

MIRROR ON THE WALL

You can look upward, focus on a pinpoint in the blue, look outward, and the land undulates to a level horizon, look downward, and the earth seems remote, detached, the habitat and handiwork of another race. Here you can sense yourself as the very center of the universe. All lines of force and purpose pass through you. Move and the center moves with you. All things meet and resolve themselves here. You are a centre of an unimaginable circle whose circumference is nowhere and whose center is everywhere, so that anyone,  no matter who or what or where he may be, sensing the circle senses himself as the center. No matter, no matter our dedication, however material life continually forces itself upon us. Daily we meet tensions, competitions, exertion, emotional peaks and lassitude, so that it is almost as if we were riding a roller coaster over bounding forces that we do not and cannot control. We feel isolated in our fleshy prisons and long for the touch and contact of another hand, the consolation that someone else exists and feel the same as we, alone Aldo, reaching out. We are constantly beset by feelings of inferiority and personal unworthiness so that we adopt standards that are all based on our comparison with others. People are better looking, worse looking, smarter, dumber, taller, shorter, healthier, fatter, wealthier, poorer, weaker, stronger, sicker, more talented, less talented always in reference to ourselves. We hold up a mirror to the world, and the mirror is our ego. We see everything through it, and everything is coloured accordingly. We are the mirror of the world, let's give the world a better glance. It's never too late to start.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Monday, 1 May 2017

INSPIRATION.

The world itself was formed out of divine inspiration. We look so far for it,we dwell in the myopic belief that we need a fan club to get inspired. What so ever has happened to silent that inner voice in you that is supposed to be your landmark is just not cool and needs to be shut out the door. Look around you,every single thing is an inspiration even the least of things,the air,water,land,plants,animals and many more. A closer look at them in silence will allow you hear them  speak so loudly to you. We unconsciously and consciously get inspired everyday. Unfortunately we tailor our  subconscious to reject every unconscious inspiration and most times the conscious  inspiration never come by. We can barely inspire ourselves and so are confined to a point,restricted by the ideas of others and enveloped in their thoughts. Whatsoever has happened to self will shod be dealt with. The world certainly do not follow titles but courage. The first inspiration you need is that which comes from within. No one will adhere to what you say if there are not backed up with motivatable inspiration.
Stay inspired from within today on www.marthasagay.com.ng

Your friend and sister
MARTHA SAGAY.

Saturday, 8 April 2017

YOUR HEART AND I. (Part A)

We move around with this heart that literally bears so much thoughts, stories,ideas,illusions,fantasies,worries,uncertainties,joy,burden, happiness, prayers,e.t.c and our minds segments them all into bits and pieces to aide assimilation by our very conscious and subconscious, yet our mouths say only that which it can carry at a given point. We sometimes get drown trying to pry into the mind of the creator, trying to figure out what is at the end of the tunnel,wondering if and when the storms will cease, wondering if it's ever going to shine again, wondering how many drops of rain will fill up your wounded soul, wishing for the stars and moon, when your brightest smile takes place within your thoughts and your best memories are all played out in your head. Your heart becomes your confidant and your mind your succour,you try to ignore the present and keep the past where it belongs, you fall inlove with the mental picture of the future you desire and smile yourself to sleep with the dramatic moments in them. You wake in the morning to face the present reality as it stares you in the face, just like staring at yourself in the mirror.Then it dawns again on you that you are mere and still mortal and he is still God.
N/B  Our understanding cannot transcend the boundaries of mortality. Let's live within our bounds, cling unto our faith, and be resilient in our struggle.

#I hope I have been able to talk to at  least one person.
#Just Martha passing by.
#speaking the heart of someone here.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

LOVE TUZZLE. part A

When for heaven's sake has it become a do or die affair, worth killing or dying for.  I sure withhold my counsel when I see one or both partner in a bloody state, my first question always is, Why did you wait for such a degeneration before seeking help. What happened to the phrase "prompt action ". Just maybe the brains went dead or was on an irretrievable lease. For this reason it was called love and not a war, so before it begins to get to a decline phase or a possible dead phase you are out for good. Why all the fight and blood spill when a simple dialogue can avert it all, why remain in that emotional cage when obviously one or both of you is/are falling out of love.

We get drown in the day dream of making it work, an adventure that almost seem like a dead end. Putting all your eggs in a basket and expecting to make an omelette the next day with no assurance of retrieving any. It all starts with a cold treatment that degenerate into a mild argument that grows into a loud one and continuously. And all you do at this point is expect some miracle that will never happen--------sadly here comes the first hit!!!!  Oh it was an uncontrollable outburst, a loss of temper, mood swing, that is the lie you tell yourself. It's either you fix it or take a long walk. A partner that hits you sure needs help, but the partner that subject himself to being the punching bag needs a bigger help.

I once had a couple in my counsel that had the ALL IS WELL look. But after taking a psychological and analytical look at them all I saw was a fragment of what used to seem like a happy life, beneath their designer wears were lifelong scars and covered with makeups were fine visible lines of clearly marked out cuts. Pathetically this partners fell right out of love as soon as they fell into it,yet they kept expecting to see the light at the end of a tunnel that only existed in their minds, built by their inability to cross their T's and dot their  I's. Now the question is why fall in love when you know well getting back on your feet will be an impossible feat.

Hmmm i am honestly sick and tired of seeing such beautiful souls wounded, crushed, and destroyed for simply falling in love. A practice ordained by God himself.  And hey!! Use the exit door if staying in only gives you hating feelings.  I pray God gives you the grace to walk away from things that no longer serve their purpose in Jesus name Amen. Life and love itself is too beautiful to be ugly in it. Take a step and ask for his grace.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Sunday, 5 March 2017

STOP (part A)

Stop doesn't sound right to the ears of many, all we interested in is the start button, how fast this has crept  into our minds and stolen our own stuff, draining us of our ways and breaking out the paths we once toil with smiles.
Hey,,,
They is a stop button too ain't there?
Okay,, just give it a second glance,
its easier than we think, yet complicated as the word itself.
We carry so much insignificant worries, thoughts and constantly play the blame game all in a bid to ward off the ugly reality.
But hey!!!!!!!!!
On a very light note
Stop calling people who don't call you.
Stop visiting people who don't know where you live. Stop making time for people who don't have time for you. Stop spending on people who don't spend on you. Stop thinking about people who don't think about you. You will make yourself emotionally bankrupt. Where is your self- worth? Don't let anyone tag it to PRIDE, its way far from that,,,

You can love someone from a distance and wish them well.. and I'm not just talking about romantic relationships but all relationships; friends, family, boyfriends, girlfriends,. Take how people treat you as a cue and stop exerting yourself and giving love where it's neither returned or appreciated. Life is difficult enough without having to beg people for their love and attention. The least you can do for yourself is to surround yourself with people who genuinely love and care about you. And most importantly, surround yourself with people that don't see you as an option. There's nothing worse than people who treat you like you're replaceable."

Get it from me
You are unique
You are priceless
You are irreplaceable
YOU ARE YOU
Never let anyone make you feel less

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY.

LAST DAY AS A BACHELOR

I was holding on to the coveted title of a bachelor but you are the type to make me want to give up that legend

I was holding a disdain for weddings but you are the type to make me want to don a tuxedo and strap on a bow tie and not care about anything else

I was holding on to the crowded space I call relationship but you are the type to make me want to make us the only world I know

I was enjoying my conversations with ghosts. They never talked back but you are the type that makes me want to have a real conversation with a human

I was worried about the past repeating itself but you are the type that makes me want to look forward to the future

I was having dreams about multiple beautiful strangers but you are the type that makes me want to dream about one beautiful stranger

I was content with not giving it all but you are the type that makes me want to love with all my might

I have never been the one to fall in love that easily but you are the type that makes me want to drown in the sea of love

I am not one for poetry and valentines but you are the type that makes me want to come home with a teddy bear in one hand and a bouquet of red roses in another

I am used to tip-toeing on egg shells around beautiful strangers but you are the type who makes me want to feel my feet firmly on the ground again

I was comfortable with things going wrong at some point but you are the type that makes me fear to face a day without a smile on your face

You are my type

To the world, you are You

To me, you are a miracle

I am the lucky one

Tonight is my last day as a bachelor

My life begins all over again when the sun comes up tomorrow

Dedicated to the unmarried ones in the building.
Best of luck
LET LOVE LEAD....

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

SEX

Have you ever wondered why God carefully
positioned a membrane of blood in a lady’s
sexual opening? It is a tinny membrane that
partially or completely covers the opening of
the vagina. It is called the “HYMEN”.

Why would God-Our Maker put a breakable
tissue full of blood at the very door of the
sexual opening of the female?
Why is it so carefully placed at that entrance,
like a ribbon tied at the entrance of a new
house about to be launched?
Why is it filled with blood that spills away
when it is broken?

Why? Without doubt, the HYMEN IS A GATE!
It was God (our creator) who set that blood
filled vessel there as a covenant blockage, a
sign and a token of a covenant between the
bearer and whoever plunges into her opening.
Before God, the disvirginity of a lady is not a
casual act of fun. It is a serious covenant
struck and confirmed by the blood shed on
that day.

This is God’s way of saying, “Whoever plunges
in to this woman shall only be able to do so by
making a blood covenant to be joined to her for
the rest of his life, from that point onward.
Little wonder why sexual intercourse was
designed by God to take place only and only
after the marriage contract is sealed. The one
who made the body (the hormones, organs,
nerves,tissues, e.t.c)said it in clear terms in
1Cor.6:13 , “Now, the body is not for
fornication”.

Anyone who chooses to use the body for
fornication must know that he/ she is working
directly against God’s plan and there would
definitely be a consequence either now or at old
age!
There is a spiritual bonding, a supernatural
process that takes place in a lady’s heart to the
first guy that enters in to her especially at that
particular time when the hymen breaks. There is
no covenant without blood: this is why the
membrane contains enough of it.

As a matter of fact, what happens the first
time a lady has sex is not just sex but an
immersion and a bathing of the man with her
hymen blood to initiate a covenant that is highly
recognized in the spirit realm of both
light and darkness! The first time this happens
just marks her opening day covenant ceremony
and each subsequent experience goes on to
further ractify and strengthen that covenant or
establish another version of it with another
person.
Many have washed useless boys with that
hymen-blood.

Many have struck irreversible covenants with
men that have nothing to do with their destiny.
Many have shared that hymen blood in sexual
activity with demon-possessed men while some
others have struck such precious covenants
with candle sticks fingers of banana etc as they
exercised sex with it.
If only they knew,many girls who carelessly
allowed themselves to be disvirgined in a bid
to be among the so called “big girls” would
never have done so.
The Bible says it in clear terms: “Or do you not
know that he who is joined to a harlot (through
sexual activity) is one with her (1 Cor.
6:16).
This is why many girls are not yet married, yet
their spiritual composition is already shattered
and imbalanced, because they have mingled
their souls with that of different men.

Dear Singles,know today that there is a definite
proportion of your virtue that leaves you each
time a man enters into you and when that man
leaves you, he leaves with it. Just imagine how
much of yourself would be lost each time a man
enters into you without any properly signed
marriage bond or contract.
Sex is a spiritual affair. A giving of yourself to
another. All of these things have strong and
terrible spiritual implications.

A broken hymen opens you up to the spirit of
the man that broke it, any other spirit
whatsoever that may have mingled with that
man’s spirit, those who have mingled theirs with
him and the spirit of any other man that
enters into you thereafter. The fun part is that
pre-marital sex is not funny at all. What
happens between the lines could be deadly and
dangerous.
The very first day a lady, or a man does that
there will be spiritual transfer of destiny.
The sin of fornication gives demons and
occultic people direct access into your God's
given destiny.
So guys,zip up! Girls wise up!! It matters a lot.
BIG THINGS COMES FROM LITTLE THINGS WE
DO!!!
I know a soul has been touched today, remain
blessed!.....share the message,you never can tell who it
would save.

God bless us all.

Your friend and sister
Marthasagay.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

5AM, 23rd FEBRUARY

(MY BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE)

At the break of dawn on a beautiful day divinely ordained by God himself. The silent still hovers the atmosphere peaceful and calm and the serenity was much more that which is seldom felt by man. While most people where up and running getting ready for the days task others where enjoying their peaceful sleep. No one envisage that God himself was about to break the natural laws of birth just to speedily get his vessel into planet earth. The to-be mum had no idea what she bears in her womb, but the constant pounding and hitting of the little angel made her wonder. The priceless jewel couldn't wait one more second, minutes,hour or day, she was running out of time as the world desperately longed for her being destined to impact generation unborn, so the hitting continued. The expectant mother who was already convinced of her due date, reluctantly took a stroll for a regular check up,, oh oh oh,,,,,, how the best things happens to us when we least expect. Unknown to her, God himself was about to twist the law of nature. The check up was going smoothly with no abnormalities recorded or felt, yet, as soon as the expectant mother was certified fit enough to rise and leave, protruding out of her walls was a very hairy head of her innocent angel. Amazed and terrified at the very unusual happening, medical team swung into action and this cutie was effortlessly  welcomed with much joy and gladness. While others rejoiced,the beautiful jewel cried and cried and cried,not because the world was a terrible place to be in, but because she wished at the point they knew she was just existing, her life was only gonna begin the moment she activates her purpose, then she will stop existing and starts living. And today she now joins the rest of the world in rejoicing with gladness, because she has not just found her purpose, she has activated it with a loud bang. She is me.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY.

Monday, 20 February 2017

EMOTIONAL RAPE

Are you truly Single?

1. Do I enjoy me whilst I don't have anyone or my life is summarily an agitation of 'O, I am alone?

2. Do I think I have to always have someone in my life even if the person is not God's will for me?

3. Do I appreciate that being single... Not dating, not courting and not committed to anyone is actually NORMAL, OKAY AND DOESN'T OFFEND GOD if that's his will at that time?

4. Are you 'status' single but emotionally committed or even emotionally married? That's wasting the single power!

5. Being emotionally married or committed whilst single-single by status is a complication... It's not just abnormal it is making an already demanding life hard on yourself

6. Get it right
These guys aren't 'single'
They are 'committed'
Dating
Courting
Married!
So if you aren't in any of these and you are emotionally committed and obligated, you are in 'conscious emotional rape'

7. We hurt ourselves when we think the opposite of 'single' is 'married'... Leave that for the forms we fill:
Being single is actually being alone and good... Being 'not committed' but doing exactly what God wants you to do

8. Being single is GOD'S plan to train us in emotional discipline!
Why is there someone always in your life even when you know they are the wrong ones?
Because emotional discipline is lacking... You always want someone to service your raging fires

9. Being single is GOD'S plan to make you find yourself and your purpose without interference from anyone so that choosing who shares that life is easy... Being single is being in discovery phase before partnership phase!

10. Too many people have never been really single so they come into marriage not understanding what it means to be a strong part of the Union! They have built nothing but demand, dependence and dysfunctional pairing! So there is an imbalance from the very start.
Let's figure out ourselves and get it right once again.
YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Friday, 17 February 2017

waiting without expecting


I got inspired to write this by starring at a clock:
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You know how you're at work or in class and you can't stop looking at time cause you just wanna be done and go home? But then the more you pay attention to time the slower it goes.
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It's the same thing with life. The more you're waiting on something to happen to you the longer it will take. Why? Because you're idolizing it way too much!
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What we need to do is let It be. What's meant to happen in our lives will EVENTUALLY end up happening regardless of how long it takes. You cannot undo what destiny has labelled you to become.

Impatience is our enemy. We need to stay focused and not rush life and things to happen when we think they should regardless of how much we want it now. There's a time for everything!
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God created time so everything doesn't happen at once, which is a total bonus because that means you haven't actually failed until you give up.
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So just live, and wait without expectation. Just let destiny catch up with you on due season! Cause it will! Maybe not today but definitely someday!

MODEL=koko

Sunday, 12 February 2017

EMOTIONAL BUCKLES . part A

It's okay to want to be strong by buckling up your emotions and acting like all is perfect within. So wrong to continuously bear all the pain alone because a possible negative outburst is inevitable.Talk about how you feel with people you trust who genuinely care about you. Stop pretending you are fine if you cry yourself to bed every night over the same stale thing. Stop pretending you're happy if you know that your whole heart is a labyrinth of scars. Stop pretending like you've got it all together if you know you are deeply broken. Stop hiding yourself behind your smile. It's okay to not always be okay.  Everytime you feel hurt rising back, know that it's a sign from your body asking you to release those emotions, but if you choose to instead buckle them, you'll end up bursting and make more damage to yourself. LET IT OUT, by admitting it's there in the first place, let it out by accepting that it's hurting you,let it out by accepting that it's a reality you can't escape and let your courage give you grace. It's something you can learn to do. There are a lot of people I know who will for no reason talk about their fears, worries and pain. What a shame of pride!  Christ the Savior of the world in his almightiness cried out in Gethsemane to his father he trust so much, we as mere mortals are in no inch as strong as he is, so you see, it's okay to cry it out and talk about it. Confide in your father in the secret and share with trusted mortals in the open, it's a step that heals you gradually and unconsciously. Not necessarily seeking for advice or consolation from them but talking it out for your sake. We buckle up so much inside and it's okay but our emotions shouldn't be part of it. The scriptures admonishes us not to let the sun set on our anger, how much we should love our neighbors and many more, all these are types of emotions that should be expressed and not bottled up. Why hold grudges when you can easily express your displeasure and move on. We are in a planet clouded with emotions, where everyone and everything tries to express themselves in the best possible way. Stop choking yourself to death,christ bore our sins and died for same course. We hopefully wait for his second coming so stop trying to play Christ. LET IT GO AND FREE YOUR SOUL, the burden is too much to bear alone so drop them at the feet of the cross for it was finished there. Take my hand and let's walk this path together.

YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

NEW ERA OF RISING. (part A)



Crushed and broken you seem, well then read what this damsel in same shoes says to herself.

You may water me down to smother me out, but she will rise without a doubt.

You may close the lid to seal me tight, but I will still pop back up ready to fight.

You may put down my name or say I'm the blame, but still I rise to my own truth perfectly intact & sane.

There's a girl who is scared, but won't resist the heat of the flame.

She is wary, but still she knows, she is sacred to the earth and pushes her way through the dirt that tries to cover her soul..

She carries within destruction and grief that's carved river deep, but still she flows with the currents of the creek.

True beauty lies within her as she takes a glimpse at her soul set on fire, full of memories unfold and dire.

Her vision is the capture of sacrifice she doesn't regret.

The goddess who howls screams, crawls, and dragged her body through the soil and rocks holding her torch in her hand, heart filled with pride as she buries the picture perfect image she can't stand.

To the goddess who won't keep quiet, live in silence, or hide, and who walks through the heat of the fire brave and unattained.

Painful memories rise to the surface she never knew were there, but she still lays her heart open for those who dare to navigate through  despair.

To the beloved sister who lives her truth, unapologetically, open heartedly, and weaves the thread of her new veracity.

This is the new era of the rising goddess who's often misunderstood and rises in silence unafraid.
We have to face life with a bang and look every challenge in the eye and give it a wink.
Say these words to yourself daily irrespective of your gender, race, culture, tradition and religious belief. They sure will stare up the dead giant in you and give your life an entirely new beginning.
YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Sunday, 29 January 2017

WOMEN IN SOCIAL MEDIA. Part A

Hey sisters! Let's get in here and spill it in black and white.We get up social media for different sick reasons,at the end of the day we wash our dirty linens outside by a portioning blames and shifting grounds. We are up on all social media with no positive agenda behind our sleeves. We aim at creating traffic on our timeline like we need all the likes and comments to validate us. We make our self esteem to be determined by the so-called impressing comments we get. We stumble on a dude whose profile and post is so captivating that we begin to fantasize about him,concluding him as our dream man. hey wake up!!! We end up building our world around his and unconsciously our posts becomes one that catches his fancy because it was all planned out by us. Reality checks in now and we see ourselves for what we truly are,,,we whine and blame it on social media,,Now we need a borrowed brain.we get so fake that we can't post a particular picture on the media but we can send it to a dude claiming we not a social media  person and too decent to post such. How comfortable we become when our daily routine can be tracked down by anyone,a slay queen,like our followers hitting the like button increases our Worth.Dear women, we celebrate ourselves a lot but the big question is, will the next generation have a reason to celebrate you as an icon???.we are daily on the media to keep up with fashion trends and make up tips,judging and criticizing others like its the next best thing.We turn ourselves into our personal paparazzi just to feed the media,,,,oohhh what a waste of time.Making posts only in exquisite places like we have never been to the slum,how frosh!!!! Why don't we make a little bend to our motives and use the media for what its worth, So much pretence up here,fake identify everywhere. Will the woman you are on social media recognize the real woman you are if there met in the dark? Let's get a background check on that. It saddens my heart to see the widespread of this shameful act. It breaks me to pieces when I realise the real women is on the decline phase.Our born and unborn kids deserves better. If we spend half the time we use in keeping up with the kardashians in developmental works and positive voluntary practices,the world will have a reason to keep up with us for good. Our moral value is on the decrease and ethical norms is gradually fading out because we are pron to picking up moral decandencedent traits and inculcate them right in our DNA. We speak to and about men in savage terms like they owe us a thing. We raise very unhealthy competition amongst ourselves like our future is dependent on the worth of others.   The world awaits our shine,if we must do that through social media that happens to be the largest network,then let's gets it right.Put on our thinking caps and take a sit in the table of life where real women get entangled in life transforming conversation. See you in.
YOUR FRIEND AND SISTER
MARTHA SAGAY

Thursday, 26 January 2017

MEN IN SOCIAL MEDIA part A

Dear men,I am writing to you today because there is no day intentionally set aside for the boy child. So tired of looking on in horror as you constantly shock and embarrass me. I'm shocked at how many of you carry yourselves here on social media. I am shocked at the things you LOL at. I am worried at the way you speak to and about women. I am frightened at the kinds of things that inspires and motivates you. I am concerned that that the women who get your attention are not the virtuous brilliant types but the frivolous party,skimpily clad ones. I am disappointed to see that the pictures you fall over yourselves double tapping are not the inspirational quotes or of clean,beautiful modest women but of women with their breast,thighs and bottoms spilling over. I cringe at how many of you blatantly use swear and curse words at women like it makes you cool. I am distraught to see that many of you insinuate that a man who loves and stays with one woman is a whimp,that a man who publicly displays and speaks about his love for his woman is a "Jew man" that a man who is more interested in deeply spiritual and intellectual pursuits should be shamed. I am deeply worried my dear men,being uncouth, indecent,unintelligent is not cool and contrary to what you think,the man who stays on social media looking for naked ladies to validate,smart people to shame,brilliant people to tear down,celebrities to attack are not men but little boys battling low self esteem issues. Well that will be a  topic for another day.A real man loves God and is not ashamed to show it. He loves and respects women,he does not ask for nudes and if any misguided woman sends him her nudes respectfully deletes it and not use it as a blackmailing tool or a gratification medium. A real man reads,yes,he reads a lot. He picks his mentor wisely,thinks before he speaks and reads his comments over and over before he hits send. Dear men,do not let the anonymity of social media makes you a fool rather use it to shine and be kind, reasonable and sensible at all times because that is the man the world desire to see you be. Fathers of generation unborn. Not all men are out having sex,belittling and degrading women.some men are practicing purity and being the men God is calling them to be.
#copied.
BE THAT MAN
Your friend and sister
MARTHA SAGAY

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. ( part A)

Trying to lay hold of my exact feelings at the moment,could it be rage,anger,resentment, hurt or pain.At this point there are all so mixed up and I can't seem to get them apart.It was a cool evening and I sat out in the courtyard watching my little angels run around with much joy in their spirit,their innocence pierced my heart and I bled profusely,as I held them close when they ran down to me all I felt was their soft heart beat.I could see their heart beating through their chest and reaching out for a hug.I held them so tight never wanting to let them go because as it stands they were my world and peace.He drove in recklessly into the parking lot,oh-oh-oh he is heading towards us,but before the kids had a chance for a proper daddy welcome I heard a bang,it was loud,very loud,hard and resounding ,blood spilling on the ground,eyes spinning yet the pounce didn't stop dropping.I couldn't feel my bones and my pulse was almost at a pause.Here comes the name calling,names I wouldn't wish an enemy be called.My little angels screamed "Daddy stop you're hurting mummy" their plea fell on deaf ears as the man I walked down the aisle with was currently serving me a death sentence without mercy.The last I saw was my little angels holding tight to his legs with their fragile hands in a bid to stop him,my soul reached out to them but my entire body was static.Its dark and thick black and I went blank.Is that a siren i hear from afar? Its an ambulance,did I just hear "EMERGENCY,HELP HELP HELP ? am not sure no more,I can't see myself, I need to find me.
#letssaynotodomesticviolencetoday
YOUR FRIEND

Saturday, 21 January 2017

THE WOMAN OF STEEL. Part A

Sometimes the strongest people are the weakest,true,but not holding for the woman of steel,she is the woman that has learnt over time to turn her thorns to crowns and wear them gratefully. I once ran into one,let me share her type with you.She builds her dreams with pride even after series of nightmares,she lives her truth,express her love,share her enthusiasm,and walk her talk.she is never lost in the crowd yet keep her distance from the crowd,she imprison her past and design her future,she once said to me "it takes courage to open yourself to the forces of nature,to allow the gigantic tides of universal mind to roll and echo through your being,only then have you succeeded to hitch your wagon to a star,a shooting star,a speeding comet that by its very momentum will plunge you ever deeper into life so that vistas of pain and pleasure of subtle meaning panaromas of infinite design and feeling will open before you,and you will become alive,truly alive,where before you barely existed". This came from a true woman of steel,she looks straight in my eyes and says." The pain of childbirth is the very reason I want to have more kids,the stress affiliated with studying is my propelling desire to have more degrees.She strives to do things people once told her was impossible to achieve,she has the inherent strength of purpose to constantly set the pace,she knows the value of her time and as thus set the clock in her own pace. she reverence no one but God at all times,she won't let anyone reign on her parade as she respects the boundaries of others.A lot of people try to understand her in thorough,others try to define her,while some goes along to tell her story,but all of these ventures are mostly futile,because she puts back pieces of herself on daily basis therefore portraying different beautiful sides so enlarging the pause button.Her various phases are filled with captivating stages,and her life adventure are nothing short of a truck load of motivating experience .I was thrilled to getting know her.Her words still lingers on.She sure has the future in her hands, and the world awaits her.Lets celebrate all the women of steel we know.

YOUR FRIEND
MARTHA SAGAY

Friday, 13 January 2017

Kissing your demons. Part A

How well we do this all the time, why complain about the same stale thing over and over again, acting all up like we are seriously working  about it, while in the depths of our hearts we we build up a castle for it and adorn it with priceless jewels.

A well entertained guest might loss track of time and over stay his welcome, if eventually he leaves he has got numerous reasons to come back when the door is left open, and this is applicable to our demons.

You want to banish the demons you once dinned with,yet the only place you can't resist being in, is your meeting point with the demons. We claim to want to walk a new path  yet our maps cut across the same old path.

  We consciously tend to fight these demons but unconsciously fondle with them. Howbeit we want a thing yet our hands are full of same things we claim no longer serve a good purpose.

A scientific law proved the attraction and repel of like and unlike poles,and this claim is true in all facets of our lives. Ignore the acts that counts as loss and embrace only those that brings gain. We are too soft to let them go and not strong enough to do without them.

Here is it, it's quite easy, slowly ignore them and you will outgrow them,kiss yourself everyday so you don't have to kiss your demons no more.
You are not alone in this, give me your hands let's walk this walk together.

MODEL= Mercina