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.