Thursday, January 3, 2013

On Board Flight FT2013



Dear Papa,

Even the ears of a deaf man under the sound of your voice during the Cross-Over Service would have popped open because simply put, that was HEAVY!

A plane can't travel faster than the pilot and even those in first class still sit behind the pilot...

As the Captain On Board Flight FT2013;

May your life EFFORTLESSLY be at the forefront of the breakthroughs in The Refuge of House On The Rock this year to the intent of being an infallible proof of the Fast Track Mandate.

May the Clarity of the Voice from Heaven's Control Tower to your heart this year be interminable as you receive orders to steer this plane in the direction of Heaven's Agenda.

May the Wisdom to give Divine Instruction which prevents destruction, rest on you as you marshal out directives to the "Cabin Crew" of Pastors, Ministers, Deacons, HOD's et al.


Dear Mama,

The passengers have no business knowing the discussions that go on between a Pilot and the Co-Pilot and in times of turbulence or situations needing a critical second opinion, the composure and counsel of the Co-Pilot matters...
  
As the Co-Pilot On Board Flight FT2013;

May the needed grace for words that are like apples of gold in settings of silver, rest on you profusely.

May the ability to hear not just the words but also the gestures of Captain PGH rest on you graciously.

You both see where we are going before we get there and you understand what those gadgets say although it makes no meaning to some of us...

May the grace to communicate the next step clearly to all on board, rest upon you lavishly.

Some of us fall asleep and even watch movies during the flight but you have no luxury of sort.

May the reward of diligence and dedication to duty, be CLEARLY seen in your lives by the time the flight is about land.


As a privileged passenger On Board Flight FT2013;

Permit me to say it's an honour to be on board a flight steered by competent hands.

Awaiting instructions aye!

-‘Bayor
 02.01.2013



Tuesday, January 1, 2013

An Open letter to Mrs. Bayor Martins | 2013 Epistle


My Treasure,

It’s obvious I’m missing you deeply and can’t wait for us to see. How was your visit to the Fatogun’s? I hear Opeoluwa is now almost your height and Taade’s twins are also enjoying the holidays. Good to know dearie. Did Connie and GoodHeart get to visit Disneyland with their cousins the second time yet? If not, no worries. We’ll go together when I arrive. I’m sure Connie wants daddy around this time also. By the way, I’ve shifted my arrival forward. I’m not sure I can wait that long before seeing you and our children. I am really enjoying my time in His presence and in fact, this missive is to share with you some of the things I’m hearing the Spirit say about this wonderful year 2013. Honey, I can’t really quantify my joy and delight on receiving the various things He had to say about 2013. This God eh? Anyway, make I attempt to gist you small.

You remember how all through last year, He kept saying it was “Glory Dawn”? well, I started asking toward the end of 2012 what He had in mind for this year and one of the things I heard in my spirit was “the Sun changes everything”. I kept wondering what this meant until I understood that the dawn may be confused for sunrise until the leading edge of the sun itself appears above the horizon. This was when it suddenly occurred to me that the twelve months of 2012 were more or less like twelve minutes of twilight between the Glory Dawn of 2012 and the Morning Glory of 2013. O babes, I just dey happy as that Word come. He didn’t stop there o, he revealed several other things that lead to the January “text of the month” that I sent to my friends; The Great Ones. You remember the text read: “Changes of Teenage years are hard to hide. As we move from Glory DAWN to MORNING GLORY, May the next 7 SEASONS of change announce U! 2013: It’s MORNING! Ekaaro o” abi? Now let me try to highlight some of the things that lead to that text.  

Changes of Teenage years are hard to hide: Teenagers are bound to undergo not just physical but emotional changes. Thank God for the foundation we’ve given Connie and Goodheart so I’m confident they won’t follow the band wagon of teens that feel they know it all or can dress like crazy with trousers going down and skirts going up. Now, for this year, I believe we need to step up our walk of obedience and humility because I discovered that according to the Law of First Mention, the number 13 first appeared in Genesis 14:4: “Twelve years they served Chedorlaomer, and in the thirteenth year they rebelled” and I also found out that to write thirteen in Hebrew, they wrote two Hebrew letters: yod-gimel. And these letters signify the hand (outworking) of pride. Little wonder there’s this element of pride and “I know it all” that’s characteristic of teenagers who are those from ages 13 through 19. Speaking of which, that’s the reason for the line “May the next 7 SEASONS of change announce U” in that text. It’s seven years from 2013 to 2019, and should Jesus tarry, it’ll be years of abundance and of glorious and EVIDENT change in our lives and most especially in our nation – Nigeria. (He even reminded me about the message uncle FD preached during KMN years ago when he spoke about Nigeria being the most desirable nation to live in years from now. Similarly, while we were in Kenya, Daddy G.O. also said that very soon, when presenting the Green Passport at the airport, they won’t ask you to step aside because they want to search you again but because they want you to pray for them).
Furthermore, you obviously know more than I do that the changes of the teen years, especially in the female gender, draws attention to them (no wonder some of them play hard to get and overdo it till they are hard to find. Lol!). So, this informs me that the year is replete with favour and open doors.
Before I forget, abeg remind me to always end every monthly text this year with “2013: Ekaaro o!” or “2013: It’s Morning” because that’s the running theme more or less. I believe it is so because of the other phrases of that text which are “MORNING GLORY” and “It’s MORNING!”. Let me try and explain these also.

MORNING GLORY:  The sun has its glory (1st Cor. 15:41). This is linked to the first thing He said about the sun that I stated earlier (i.e. the Sun changes everything). Two scriptures; Psalm 30:5b and Mal. 4:2, help to further clarify this. You know Psalm 30:5b says “weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning” right? Now, that implies that the sun can be a metaphor for joy. So, Shouts of Joy won’t cease from our lips this year. Also, Mal. 4:2 reads “But to you who fear My name the Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings; and you shall go out and grow fat like stall-fed calves.” That reaffirms the Covenant of Health to us as a family dearie. When I come, we’ll study these things in detail but let me quickly highlight some other things I saw under this point.

Growth: The Sun facilitates growth in living things. The changes in a teen surely depicts growth and as the second passage states “...you shall go out and grow fat...”, in this year, I see God not just calling us to a deeper walk and intimacy of fellowship with the Holy Spirit, but also to an increase in capacity for the things he wants to do through, to, for, by and with us. There’s no growth if the bones remain young so we have to work on our spiritual structure. Studying the Word and Prayers must go to the next level. I thank God for your amazing depth in these areas but there’s more my sweets, much more awaiting us. It’s a year of instructions and divine directives. Dearie, no dulling o. In fact, speaking of dull, another thing the sun connotes is Light which in this context would mean Revelation. You know, revelation runs circles around resolutions because revelation comes with an understanding of the purpose for the instruction. I’m saying this based on the scripture; Psalm 119:130.

Now, I also found another thing interesting baby girl; it’s the same sun that is much needed in the cold regions on earth for warmth that could literally be a torment in other parts of the earth (in fact I no understand Abuja weather these days o! Like say na rain during Easter wan fall ne or na dry season? Hia! ). Thus, the sun is many things to many places. This also informs me about the year 2013: it will be quick judgement on the wicked and vindication for the righteous.

You know say our gist nor dey gree finish na so we go dey talk more when we see but make I just quickly mention wetin I understand by “It’s MORNING”.
Several things happen (or should happen) in the morning. First of all, people wake up! This speaks of coming back to reality. Getting into the place of doing something about the dreams you’ve been having. (abeg, remind me to play you the demo of the single I’m planning to (and surely must) record with Gospel this quarter for radio play. You go like am!) It’s a time to live consciously. Baby girl, time no dey o! When we enter 2013 sef? Three weeks don waka fa! Tor!

Now, another thing that happens in the morning is that ideally, people should have their breakfast and go to work. Breakfast, they say, is the most important meal of the day and this buttresses the need for study and prayers alluded to earlier. "Give us our daily bread" as you know isn't a prayer merely for the physical seeing that He's the bread of life. In that same Mal. 4:2, we see “and you shall go out and grow fat like stall-fed calves.” Like PGH so adroitly put it, this is a year to work hand in hand with God because  manna won't fall anymore. We must now put seed in the ground and water it. God’s always going to give the increase. We need to get out of our comfort zones and live to do more for the kingdom. Similarly, while at work, it’s good to do first things first. We can’t have Fast Track if we’re on the wrong track. Prioritizing and time management is key. At the office, although some colleagues can be a distraction yet we still need others to achieve more. And like PGH has been reiterating, this year, we should place a premium on networks, alliances, allegiances and relationships. Let me stop here for now.

Darling, I’m sincerely trusting God for a now word for every monthly text from February onwards fa! I want to write more and send more this year but only as led because like during Christmas last year, I felt that when everyone is saying something, no one is being truly heard. Se I told you about the anonymous payments into the account because of those texts ba? In fact, among several other comments, I also got a call from a great man in Kaduna telling me not to stop sending these messages because they are making such impact that I may have no idea about. Whenever I feel like quitting, I remember that somebody out there may just need a word from God and I am ever so humbled that He’ll choose to use this gift and my music to reach out to people. I believe God indeed heard the simple prayer I prayed in 2001(or is it 2003?) when I needed a phone and told God to give me one so I can send text messages. Well, it's all good.

Before I "drop my golden pen" (why you dey laugh na?), Honey pie, thank you for being there for me always. If I attempt to articulate all that you have been and still are to me in these many years (which feels like two weeks by the way) of our being married, I might end up writing a book dearie. Thank you for being my friend for life. Thank you for being such a wonderfully-made companion and close confidant. Thanks for being such a great mother; How you manage being more or less a sylph after the children beats me. I know the healthy diet and exercise play a part but I think your walk with Him adds that extra touch that makes you so pristine. It's easier to remain fit with a weight under 60kg by just being with you. Little wonder I always look forward to our weekly date night. I’m sure Constance Martins is telling everyone in heaven about you. Thanks for dressing like a real woman on her way forward to Heaven and not backwards to Eden. Thank you for being my support because every head needs the neck. Thank you for being my glory like Paul stated in 1st Cor. 11:7. Thank you for such a deep seated passion and love for the kingdom. Thank you for releasing me occasionally to seek His face. Thank you for being such a "Proverbs 31" woman. If, as they say, men don't know how to say "I love you", it may just be because not all men know you. Another reason I'm excited about the future is because you are in it. If I had my way, I would write it on my blog and all available social media to all that care to know that I am the most favored man alive and the reason is not far fetched: I married you!

I love you honey. More gist when we see jare.
xoxo

 - 'Bayor 

2013: It's Morning!


The changes that occur during the teenage years of an individual are easily noticed. As we move from Glory DAWN 2 MORNING GLORY, may the next 7 SEASONS of change (the teenage years of 13 to 19 are seven in number) announce you!
2013: It’s MORNING! Ekaaro o!


Monday, December 24, 2012

Mary’s Little Lamb | The Lion King


As a Child He came, a Lamb born in a manger,
Coming to His own, yet was treated like a stranger.
He grew in wisdom and stature, in favor with God and man,
He was in a perfect disguise; God as Son of Man.
His passion was for sinners, to redeem all from the curse.
The ‘saints’ called Him a blasphemer and nailed Him to the cross.
They hung Him high, spread him wide, a crown of thorns He wore.
The Father had to turn His face because man’s sin He bore.
The pain was great because they hadn’t separated before,
The sky went black, then an earthquake, the temple’s veil also tore.

Being dead, He was buried and it seemed like a tragic end of His story.
But three days later, mankind witnessed the greatest event of history.
He was risen, death’s sting failed and the grave lost its victory.
A few were there to see the Son of God ascend into His glory.
While they watched Him ascend, two men in white suddenly appeared,
“This same Jesus who has been taken from you into heaven...” They said,
“...will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven”.
His coming this time won’t be as silent as it was back then,
A trumpet blast will be the final call to rapture all His own.
Those that claim to know Him but don’t, He’ll surely disown.

He came as a Child; like a Lamb born in the manger,
But He’s returning as a Son; like a Lion roaring in anger.
The time is near, obviously, the last days are indeed here.
Look around you, it’s evident in the news that we hear.

Dear reader, I believe the message is clearly understood,
The Son of God became the Son of Man so sons of men could become Sons of God
He came as a Child; a Lamb not seeking the Saints but going for sinners,
He's coming as the Son; a Lion not seeking sinners but going with the Saints.

-'Bayor 
24.12.2012







Monday, December 10, 2012

TAKE OVER | GAME OVER

Debby (Bukola aka Precious1), my younger sister became a mother on Sat. 8th Dec to a handsome dude and we were still celebrating the breakthrough over delayed childbearing (more than a decade) in the lives of the women of the Martins family when the news came that Princess (Funmi), my immediate elder sister also became a mother to a fine gentleman in the early hours of Sun. 9th Dec 2012...(Most folks didn't even know she was pregnant...true to her name; Elizabeth)

Two boys - Valiant Men - delivered naturally in 2 of the 31 days in this miracle-filled "Double-Portion" December 2012.
The most interesting part is that God only starts what He has finished because He's the Alpha and Omega/Author and Finisher so the seeming delay in childbirth or marriage in the Martins family is a thing of the past.

We thank God because we are now more than sure that my chubby twin sister; Juliet Ade-Martins-Micheal Fanwo, is a Mother of Twins and we bless God also for one of the strongest African Women of Virtue & Faith I know, Martina Aderonke-Martins-Tunji Fatogun (Fruitful Vine), another Mother of Twins.


We thank God for those that prayed sincerely...God Bless You!
We thank God for those that prayed not so sincerely...God Bless You!
We thank God for those that spoke in care and true sincerity...God Bless You - you were sent to us after being on your knees before God!
We thank God for those that made snide remarks about the God we serve and the validity of His Call on the life of Daddy T. Ade Martins...God Bless You - you sent us to our knees before God!

To the eyes reading this message...

May God indeed do for you, what ONLY GOD can do BEFORE Jan 1, 2013!
May God's Christmas and New Year gift to you shock and make the world FEAR the GOD You serve!

May God do a Miracle for you that you'll not know HOW to Say "Thank You" to him again after saying it a million times over!

When God steps in, He doesn't take sides, He takes over and when He takes over, game over!


-'Bayor

Monday, December 3, 2012

To PGH with Love


Dear Papa,

Every new day, as announced by the never waning sun, I see myself thanking God for special people like you in my life that make remembering the days gone by worthwhile.
Your leadership, consummate in skill, has made it easier for me to approach life from a whole new perspective, allowing me to look into the horizon with the priceless feeling of knowing am a son.



Pictures of pleasant moments, like a continuously flowing stream of deja vu experiences, refresh my mind as they remind me of moments in time that you’ve literally held my hand in yours via counsel and instruction. These saw me moving from who I was to who I am and becoming.



When I saw myself as a kid, you called me a king. The child in me instantly became a champion when you showed up on the scene. Now, I see a tree in full bloom when I look in the mirror as against the twig I knew all too well.

Permit me to say, with all sense of appreciation and deep seated gratitude, these common words to an uncommon father…

“Thank you"












Love you loads! 

I celebrate you Pastor GoodHeart O. C. Ekwueme


-'Bayor

Friday, November 30, 2012

Time Factor | God Factor

There’s no space for an extra hour between 11:59pm of a Tuesday and 12:00am of a Wednesday in the same week...
There’s no space for an extra month between December 2012 and January 2013...
But...
It’s good to know that God does not work with manmade wristwatches, clocks or calendars.
If He said He’ll do a thing, it’s not because He wants to do it; it’s because He’s done it already and wants you to enter into it.
If He promised it will happen in 2012, then 2013 would have to wait because His word MUST be fulfilled.
If a man can “gain” extra hours by flying across time zones, how much more will the Maker of Time who resides outside of time, step into time to do in time what He spoke of afore time?
May the grace to brace yourself for the deluge of blessings of December 2012, be yours bountifully.
May it indeed be 31 days of Miracles, Signs and Wonders!
Cheers Great One!

-‘Bayor
21.11.12


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Good Day to be Alive


Great One,

I’ve got a confession to make. 
I’ve been thinking of something funny to say to you to perhaps put a smile on your face and make your day a lil’bit more interesting but could come up with none yet. 
So, I felt there’s no point prolonging this anymore. I’ll just ask that you assume I said something funny and then smile about it...did that work? No? Ok, why not assume for a moment (work with me on this 'abeg') that I actually did say something very hilarious and you’re no more giggling but now laughing (not the “tush/VIP-ish” kind of laugh but the kind that you laugh when you’re really having a good time and perhaps alone)...still didn’t work? Well, at least I tried... (who send me comedy sef...) J

Anyway, if you’re still reading, then you are one of the many people that I really want to thank today. 
You see, I’m a year older (birthday was on Friday, 21st September 2012) and I have many things to thank God and you for. 
In no particular order, I’ll list them and keep increasing it as the time goes by...

To those who started sending me birthday wishes since on Sunday, 16th September 2012...Thank you!

To those that called/sent the wishes and said/added their name (because I may have changed the phone I was using)...Thank you for making me not need to wonder whose line it was!

To those who have been receiving my monthly/periodic texts and even sent numbers of their loved ones...I say Thank you!

To those who send in testimonies and lovely messages in response to the texts...I say Thank you!

To those who want to start receiving the texts and will send their numbers to me on Facebook/bayormartins...
I say Thank you!

To those who receive the monthly text messages more than once and understand that I ONLY SEND IT ONCE but the networks keep sending it over and over... Thank you for not taking offence at this and for deleting the copies without allowing the message to lose its meaning or become a nuisance!

To those who forward/rebroadcast the monthly messages and use their name as the author...Thank you for letting your readers know the true owner henceforth!

To those who try to reply to the customized sender name (’Bayor) and see that it doesn’t work...Thank you for sending the reply to my number on your phone instead!

To those who do not have my number (or even know who this “Bayor” character is that keeps sending them texts)...Thank you for visiting my website (bayormartins.com) or Facebook just to get in touch and be apprised.


To those who have read my book and have been telling others (especially Aunty Stella Damasus: http://stella-damasus.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-new-me.html)...Thank you for spreading the word!

To those who have been paying money into my account anonymously (especially the Great One that uses "GreatOne Bayor" as the depositor...Thank you...!

To those who listened to my CDs and gave their friends...Thank you for sharing and even buying the tracks on itunes (itunes.com/bayormartins) or Amazon!

To those who tried to comment here and could not...Thank you for posting on my Facebook wall or sending it as a mail to bayormartins@facebook.com or bayormartins@yahoo.com!

To those who used my picture as their DPs on BB...May you never lose face...Thank you!

...etc

-'Bayor

Saturday, August 11, 2012

The Cook

When Mummy's taking her time in the kitchen, it's most likely because she's adding the finishing touches to that meal.
When she's through, we are sure to sup up a dish that's much more than just a meal...it's an experience...you know, the sort that makes the eater ask "more please".
The Fully Breasted One, The One who fed His children with bread that was "outta dis world & fresh from heaven's bakery", is cooking up your story.
He's adding the needed ingredients to make your life a blessing to the world...
A dash of salt: so you are preserved as much as you are meant to be a preservative; keeping your generation from moral decadence...
Few slices of onions: so He can use the experiences that brought you to tears as a means of helping others...
A sprinkle of pepper: so you are too hot for the enemy to handle...
Few measures of water: so you know the things that seem tasteless in your life sometimes hold other things together...
A little oil: so there's not much friction in your life...
A sprinkle of mixed spices: so you learn to go past your idea of what people should look like and see God's idea of variety in them...
...
So, when your manifestation shines forth, the world will surely run to The Cook saying "More of such sons and daughters of yours on earth".
Your expectation will surely not be cut off. Please keep at it and in the words of Pastor GoodHeart, "Keep Living, Keep Winning, Don't Stop, there's Victory Ahead".
Cheers Great One!
-'Bayor

Friday, June 1, 2012

Favour Flight

Going through the security check and on getting to the pay cashier, a guy, brawling and broad chested, approaches us and has no regard for my being there. He wants to jump the queue whilst giving courtesy to only my friends ahead of me partly because they were expatriates. Perhaps because I was quite a “summarized” bloke, I could easily be tucked away from his sight.

He asked me “are you with them?” I answered “yes” and he immediately stepped in front of me. I was surprised and wondered if I just spoke in Spanish or if the rules of English had been changed without my notice whereby ‘yes’ means ‘no’. I then said politely (I think), "but I also need to write my name” and his countenance changed and the courtesy reserved for only my friends suddenly flowed in my direction! He was out of my way in no time and while I was writing my number (because my friends had written my name) for the cashier to fill out our tickets, I was sure the virtual movement on my clothes was his eyes scanning me toe to head and back again to place what exactly I was doing with these guys. Then, one counter after the other, I kept getting the question, “are you with them?” and the ‘scanning’ would then follow. You could almost think I was a document in a fax machine with all the ‘scanning’.

We got cleared to check-in and at the security post, one of the guards said he knew me being that I had travelled with the airline before. He had been with his colleague who on finding out I was a musician, asked for my CD which I autographed and gave to her. So, he was asking for his and after writing out his name, ‘Philip’, I gave him a copy. The fact that my friends were introducing me as a gospel musician after calling me by my office sobriquet “Bayor the rock star” seemed to give me an instant preference.

Now, the fun part was getting to wait in the VIP lounge and getting the double take from people coming in every time (you know, that “who is he” kind of look). We were asked if we wanted coffee or tea and I went for healthy tea, no sugar and cream milk. It may not have tasted delicious but I want to be around long enough to still be able to say if something is delicious or not. So, I watch my diet…and my height you might add.

Well, it’s easy to get carried away with the drift of fame on earth without consideration of what our name means in heaven. I am glad that am not overly qualified for this job but God has favored me. As I have seen often, when He blesses you, He ensures He’s your only qualification. 

The VIP lounge is cozy and comfortable; a contrast from the lobby where you get to sit on steel cast park seats that remind you; via pressure from the other end, that you are supposed to be leaving in a hurry so quit getting comfortable. The people that come here are all quiet, courteous and busy people. It also reminds me that the top isn’t crowded. People from other nations strut in one after the other. When seated, they're either reading a book, a newspaper or buying books that are brought to them (unlike the lobby where you have to go get it yourself). Also, they’re mainly working on their laptops, listening to the news, receiving calls or planning the schedule for when they arrive at their destination. You are told when the flight is leaving and also helped with your luggage.

For the eyes reading this, very soon, the blessed will call you blessed. You won’t be broke and yet you won’t be able to afford poverty. Like the moon aligned to reflect the sun, a tree moving in sync with the wind or perhaps a “tall” Nigerian in the company of foreign expatriates, may you begin to experience favor you obviously don’t qualify for. Enjoy the flight to the top. Success isn’t a destination, it’s a journey.

‘Bayor
9th April 2009