Used and Abused…

Used and Abused…© Poem By: Mamello SAGO

She carries her tattered pride on her back
Like a shadow that over powers its image
As she walks in the early morning hours
A quick buck was all she had hoped to secure…

As she marauds endlessly in the streets
Wishing for her wealth to multiply
She is overpowered by her guilty conscious
That causes doubt of the trade…

Known as ‘Miss Used and Abused’
Men flock in multitudes to satisfy their needs
Proclaiming their rights over her temple
That is filled with nothing but deposits of multiple orgasms’
They ejaculate and pride themselves with
Calling it validation of their elongated phallic structures…

With apparent stains on her attire
She evidently accepts her destructive fate
For her reputation surpasses her, they mock her
As they drop her at the same corner
Torn in-between right and wrong…

She realizes herself worth’s diminishing status
Yet she knows no way out
For her confessions to God are nothing but a silent scream
That penetrates the depth of her heart
Causing tears of the shattered heart to transcend…

As she dwells in her mental poverty
She is confronted by the lie she leads
Keeping up appearances cause her to feel ashamed
For what it is, is a pure web of self destruction?

As she surrenders on bended knees
And professes words of virtue
Proclaiming her dignity and pride back with assertion…

In deep thought, she smiles
And awaits a new dawn with a new beginning
Like a snake that has shed its skin
For the script has taken another course…


For The Love…

I cannot begin to testify about the love of God! He keeps doing it over and over again! I cannot withhold myself really; but He really does show up and show off! If you just immerse yourself in Him; you will begin to witness His glory, manifestation and power.

I am not going to preach or try to…but if you could take a second to really retrospect on the journey you have walked; and if you are honest enough; you will realize that God has held you till now!

Yes, calamities often challenge and make our lives daunting at times and one can feel totally not worth it! Suicidal and just idling indefinitely! Life can never be easy; it has to be spiced up for you to realize the beauty it has for you!

You have to dig so deep that when you are finally questioning; something becomes apparent as invaluable for you to appreciate! What if everything was easy? We would keep being so complacent in our lives and in all that we do. Nothing would cause that burning hunger and thirst to strive beyond the limitations that keep challenging us the minute we leave our homes into the harsh world that keeps its boxing gloves ready to beat you down at every given time and opportunity!

It’s amazing that some people have decided at their earliest stages in life to walk and commit to God. Some fall and others fall and pick themselves up. But the great thing is that all of us go through similar incidences at different intervals of our lives. It is by God’s grace that we are kept in the path we are destined to walk.

We neither know the time, hour or day…which frankly is worrisome because at times; we are wearing so many hats of the various characters in the Holy Bible. Every single one of our traits exists in the Holy Bible and it is by this we are led to realize that we are worthy in the eyes of God!

We seem to be so judgemental of ourselves as individuals or others at times when we are not the ‘Creator’ of the Heavens and earth! Remember that you will never know what someone else’s shoes are exactly like…the degree in which they burn and the duration it has taken for them to be seeking God’s face! Be an example of ‘Love!’

My Prophetess at ‘The Worship Center’ said something that struck a cord in my Spirit that I keep identifying with because it has been a constant reminder of the love of God! She said that, ‘To serve God, you must have been broken!’ How many of us in the world have been broken, sometimes the brokenness is just ‘too extreme’ that when you are in church and the Praise and Worship is administering; you break down and cry or are teary!

Yes, some people hide their emotions and not realizing that it is during this time and during the preaching/deliverance’s and prophecy that one is being liberated from the deeply rooted pain that we walk with our ‘plastered facades;’ hoping not to be exposed or perceived in a certain way! Guess what; there’s no time to keep track of who’s looking and getting whatever the impression of you!

Dance, kneel, sing, cry, scream and know that God will touch you when He sees that the inner tablet of your heart is ‘willing’ and ‘yearning’ for His intervention. God only comes into your presence when YOU invite Him in!! No one else can do that for you except YOU! So next time you are in the Home of God – express your love! He shall bless you with so much peace and rest!

Keep walking tall and stand up when you fall! Walk that path destined for you to seize! God long carved its straightness, its curves, its deep and sharp routes; so that you become the ultimate best version of being His Chosen Vessel! You cannot run away from it! The sooner you accept the fate; the better you can walk with Him by your side and under His wings!!

Remember, love was the greatest commandment…’Love God with all your body, soul, mind, heart and Spirit!’ and next to that; ‘Love your neighbour as you would love yourself!’ Hard words to follow as Jesus Christ was an undying example to the world; but striving to His example is the best you can do for yourself!

© Mamello Keketso SAGO – 2019

Scorching Love…

His approach was calm;

He began to show symptoms;

She was observing maturely;

As his sugar coated pretext;

Seemed too perfectly pitched…

He was too knowing, too experienced;

He was too wise according to his judgement;

He could tell a fake from realness;

He boasted his insight on characters;

He had been with great teachers…

She would silently reflect on his utterances;

Asking herself deeply if it were that possible;

For one to know everything to that extent;

It seemed too twisted and questionable;

She pondered and remained eloquent…

Irritation began to clothe her mind and Spirit;

There was clearly something wrong with this picture;

It was clear that her inner man sensed ‘un – usualness’;

She searched the ‘so – called deep conversations;’

And the authenticity but it proved to cause shallow reactions…

Why do manipulative minds seek to control others?

Why do they think it’s a wrap when they dictate a conversation?

Why do they feed others with false analogies?

What are they after and why do they afflict others with this toxicness?

What and why is the motive so deep throat and deadly?

The truth, way, life and light is in the ‘Word;’

One cannot escape the Holy Spirit’s comfort, protection and guide;

Truth is truth and lying is an abyssal trap;

Fighting the truth is like a burning web with no end;

Continuous, destructive and disruptive to the soul, Spirit, mind and inner tablet…

She prayed, worshiped and sought truth about him;

Only to be consoled by God Himself that he was spitting poison;

He manifested his deepest desires and they were nothing pure;

He had set the bar of purity, spotlessness, untainted and innocent;

But the tongue professed negative waves of a slithering serpent on a rampage…

God had saved her and shown His glory;

He had separated her from becoming a victim of paralysis;

She had been a potential prey for lucifer’s demise;

Infuriated by her detachment from becoming the next meal;

He tried to inflict a sense of guilt and anger within her, but she overlooked his quest…

God’s Mighty hand, love, protection, mercy, grace and favour;

Had sealed His plans to save her from the series of pits;

Laid before her by the enemy and she had to discern and make a choice;

To accept or rebuke the disaster right before her;

Love clothed her once troubled Spirit – God had done it again…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO – 2019

‘Pedophile Turned Man of God’…

Sitting from across the hospital dispensary;

Men and women sat patiently and others impatiently awaiting their meds;

There he stood, a memory from the past;

Light yellow boned medium height just older in age…

He was conversing with the elders, pregnant women and youth;

So oblivious to others overlooking with curiosity;

As he prayed for them and re – assured them;

Of healing, blessings and deliverance bestowed by God upon their lives…

She had heard of his transformation, into a ‘Man of God! ‘

Who would’ve thought this once upon time bad character would change extremely?

A notorious ladies’ man who preyed on young girls and women;

Making them victims into touching his elongated manhood…

Yes, she’d been one of those victims;

The one who called into his radio show;

Won a prize and collected it from his personal hands;

Such a fan she remained and was persuaded to meet him thereafter…

It was any girl’s dream to be in his company;

He was the real deal as a radio personality of note;

Seated four people away, he requested for those who needed prayers;

To indicate with a show of hands…

She was lost into the translation of the past;

When he had come through to her mother’s home with his car;

Sweet talked her into tagging along;

Two seconds into the ride, he unzipped his jean – a very real image never forgotten…

Took her hand, helped himself into caressing his manhood and began panting highly;

She panicked, pulled away aggressively in shock and opened the vehicle’s door;

Leaped out and fell onto her side on the rough dusty road;

As he accelerated away from the scene without concern…

Now she observed closely from across the corner;

The so – called ‘Man of God’ fulfilling God’s calling;

She sat and pondered in silence;

Realizing how ironic life turned out to be…

He came into direct eye – contact with her;

But couldn’t re – collect who she was;

He was trying to connect but couldn’t put the dots together;

It was of no surprise, he did exploit plenty after all…

As they conversed, he tried digging into where she came from;

Only to expose that he’d proposed marriage to her cousin;

And was point blank denied the opportunity by the elders and parents;

 Years prior to him having committed this act…

She was elated that she didn’t divulge the incident;

It was not worth it;

He had either forgotten or prayed real earnestly for his victims to forgive him;

And she was content that her cousin didn’t fall into the trap…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO 2019


Lord every morning you breathe into my lungs;

Giving me fresh air for my existence;

Yet, I sometimes wonder why you shower me;

With such grace, mercy, favour and love…

There are times I feel the world cornering me against;

The four walls and holding me captive like a slave;

Without direction and I feel the claustrophobic impact;

Suffocating my being and I tremble in fear…

Subtle thoughts creep into my clustered mind;

Wondering how will I overcome this conundrum;

Questions evolving into sublime gestures of silhouette discomfort;

Following me like shadows dancing to a silent tune yet loud in my heartbeat…

God, as I kneel and pray please rescue me from this prison mind;

Let me free from this darkening abyss;

I am willing and laying my heart, soul, Spirit, body and mind;

Let your truth, light, life and way transform me…

You are infinity, eternal and majestic;

I cannot begin to measure the power and authority you possess;

Over the Heavens and earth for you are the risen King;

You paid the price of all sin and I feel in owe…

Lord you breathe life into me every morning;

Even in my darkest moments you let the sun remind me;

That you are in control and mindful of my existence;

God you are seated at the Heavenly throne…

No words can equate to you because of the glory you exude;

I sing, I praise, I worship and pray you hear my heart’s pleas;

My body is like a scroll throughout which has been encrypted right to last detail;

Because of your love God and I am humbled and filled with humility…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO – 2019

Life’s Little Lessons…

Life sure has lessons which one cannot ignore; hence we are always falling, failing, getting hurt, suffering rejection, accusations, persecutions, hatred, rejection, afflictions, jealousy, envy and the list goes on and on…But it’s great to shut the world out and take that quiet moment and retrospect!

There is always a lesson at each interval! The only thing is that you have the power to succumb to all those negative words or to realize that you are not alone but that God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit are there all the time awaiting you to calleth out to them. There isn’t any protocol to them!

Yes, I am not trying to force Christianity but well, it helps to know that God never forsakes His children. Feeling alone and being isolated or betrayed by those you thought were on the same page as you is a huge blessing!

A wise teaching I heard from one Man of God (Prophet Samuel Akinbondunse at FANO TV, Pretoria – South Africa); illustrated through story – telling through preaching/teaching that indeed Joseph wasn’t a ‘slave’ like how people thought and interpreted his life to be! He was destined for greatness from the onset and everywhere he was positioned God permitted something to cause tensions so that Joseph could be elevated close to his destiny. People were uncomfortable about his presence because of the favour of God upon his life for being obedient.

We fall short of God’s glory during our journeys because we are humans and we sin so much that we often wonder what and how can we deter from behaving like the way we do at times. Guess what? God is there to listen, help you transform, instill strength as long as you open your heart to Him and you are after His heart like David was…of course I am not encouraging that we sin continuously because at some point it has to stop and righteousness has to step in!

Basically everything was for a reason! Just like it is for you all who are reading this piece! This is your year to talk less, focus on yourself from the ground and work yourself up quietly and know that silence speaks in volumes and that is where your power and authority are bound to accelerate your arrival to your destiny. God will certainly fulfill His promised word’ He long bestowed unto your life!

So, like the heading says, ‘She took a deep breath & let it go!’ and this also applies to the men out there too, ‘He took a deep breath & let it go!’

Signing off…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO – 2019

Don’t Trust In A Human Being But God…

I sing the blues tonight, because I’ve been through a lot… (X3)

See I have always lived as a misfit;

Never fitted into groups or belonged;

I just lived…

Whilst growing, I was naïve;

Trusted in people and was nothing but an open book;

Thinking life was about sharing thoughts and experiences…

I sing the blues tonight, because I’ve been through a lot… (X3)

Didn’t know that ‘familiarity breeds contempt;’

I lived haphazardly without realizing;

That God was in charge of my world…

As I was consumed with belonging;

I slowly began to adopt certain traits;

I began to lose myself and forgot to listen to my inner man…

I sing the blues tonight, because I’ve been through a lot… (X3)

Now I stand before you;

Pleading that you listen to my advice;

Trust in God Almighty for He doesn’t forsake…

He is with you in each stride you make;

He is there to forgive, show grace and His love;

He is there to show His abundant favour and grace…

I sing the blues tonight, because I’ve been through a lot… (X3)

Don’t trust in a human being but God…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO 2019

Paused Into Mute…

She portrayed a calm silhouette to the world;

Showing no emotions of sadness nor pain;

People envied her energy and well – versed self;

Not knowing she harbored a dark internal abyss…

Pretending with this joyful facade it eroded;

Her internally, for the strength she illustrated;

Opened skeletons from within her deeply rooted self;

She was forever trapped psychologically, emotionally and physically…

Paused into mute, her thoughts dwelled like a tape;

On repeat never curbing nor bypassing the reality;

Of how haunted she was by this ordeal;

She had been raped, stabbed and left to bleed to death…

But God intervened and decided otherwise although she felt betrayed;

Left to pick up the pieces, it began to dawn upon her that she had a purpose;

Beyond her pain, hurt and angst because God had re – newed her destined future;

Life had turned into a new script facilitated by God Almighty…

Paused into mute, she now found her new light and truth to life;

She bid farewell to her angst against the world, with a smile and;

Glowing self, she knelt and gave God all the praise, glory and exaltation for;

His Mightiness as her tragedy had transformed into victory…

Her being was now translated from victim to victor;

God had sealed His heart into her heavy heart;

A new dawn had opened the landscape of joy;

Life became the new infinite ignition…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO 2019

Inner Glow…

I stand amongst the crowd feeling claustrophobic;

I question my existence as the world challenges me;

I ponder on why things are crafted the way they are;

It remains a mysterious juxtaposed equation…

Often my tears would pour as I find comfort in the ‘WORD;’

For nothing compares to its embrace in all situations we face;

I am featured in most scriptures, challenged, victorious in;

The face of adversity and afflictions…

As I advance, I fall, I stand, I cry, I plead;

God remains true in His promises and vows He long said;

To my ancestors…I feel a sense of His unconditional love clothe me;

For God glorifies Himself everyday of my life…

My eyes were blinded by the pain afflicted upon me;

By my enemies – they used me, ridiculed me, mocked me;

Dug a grave for me and continued plotting against me;

But God decided otherwise, protected me and took His sword to separate; me from them…

He opened my Spiritual eyes, heart, soul, Spirit and ears;

He reassured me why He has invested His efforts in me;

To be His chosen child and to walk in the path laid before me;

by Him…

His hand covered my head with power, authority and mightiness;

His soft kiss on my forehead, radiated like a powerful beam of light;

Eliminating every pain and lack of peace that hindered my broken – self;

He covered me with His wings and promised to protect me until my; departure from earth…

He traced His footsteps into the soil so that I may follow;

His ways and if I should wonder the wrong way, they would guide me back;

He covered my body with anointing – internally and externally;

He painted an inner glow in me filled of the rays of light…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO 2019


Quiet by nature she seemed to be eloquent;

Well – groomed from head to toe;

Had one thinking she had it together…

Curiosity posed at her DNA make – up;

As one wondered on what frequency;

She was tuned on, for she was not;

Quite stable on multiplying levels…

According to her, life was unfair and unjust;

She murmured and complained negatively;

About herself as though judgement day;

Had emerged, herself condemnation was gross…

She lived in the present physically, but she was;

Engulfed by the past and trapped by its abyss;

Her tears had evolved into blood, her heart to;

A cold rock and she saw it not fit for her to live…

She had loved too much, given too much, been naive;

Made her family her first love…As a reward they;

Rejected her, accused her falsely, spoke ill of her and reduced her to nothing;

But she turned to gain God’s love as He was her refuge…

Broken and bruised she wept and pleaded to God about her situation;

Asking where she had faltered, and blamed herself for trusting;

Felt ill treated even though the love she had shared was beyond the;

One she received as hatred was packaged and dished out to her…

Like a disciple and warrior, she called upon God;

And He honoured the call of His wounded child and restored her heart;

She became radiant and glowed because of His glory;

The light became apparent and she was at peace and was joyful…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO 2019


Their eyes wept tears of sorrow;

As words simultaneously crept in like a plague;

Echoing the pain of swallowed grief;

That raptures the depth of their souls…

Yet they still hold onto their tattered pride;

As they walk the streets with dignity;

Yet they wallow in their abyss;

Tortured by endless reflective images…

They contain themselves and parade a flawless character;

They portray a mentally sound silhouette;

Calm and conditioned;

Yet they are positively deranged…

© Mamello Keketso SAGO 2019