Thirty + X

Never Say Never

2016-11-14T13:28:00.000-08:00

What can God not do, the one who made the heavens and the earth, the one who I have decided to praise in every situation and circumstance of my life.

Nothing is impossible with Atobijulo

Yes nothing is impossible he can bring 30+ to come and post on blogville 4 years after her last post.

Can't really say what I am doing here because I was done and dusted with blogville.

I am not as anonymous and 30+ prefers anonymity :( so why in the name of expensive furniture am I here

It started with mama 30+ saying she wants to start vlogging not even blogging, whaattt like seriously okay ain't you too old for that

"yes vlogging and what do you mean by old"

I am like ok then. The little I know about her once she sets her mind to something she can surprise you, so no point encouraging or discouraging her, she will do what she sets her mind to do.

Then I told her I used to have a blog and she was like if I know your blog details, I 'll use it

Excuse me mama thirty plus then the blog will be more like 60+ now abi

"You are not using it anymore are you"

"Whatever I am sha not giving you my blog details"

So one of those days I scrolled to my blog and laughed at my own stories, checked old friends blog and forgot all about it because folks have since moved on. Shalla to the few faithfuls Ex school nerd, Uzezi, Myne Whitman, Good Naija Girl, Inyanmu, Sting, No Limit, Sherri, Jaycee.

Fast forward some weeks later, some persistent spammer kept adding dating website comment each day, which got me annoyed to come sign in and delete the comments but voila my fingers started typing and I am wondering if there is some arrangement going which I have not got the full gist of.

Well I can't say I am back "shakes head and says नहीं", but never say never like the Americans will say (since last week)

But I have posted and it so happens that 4 years ago November was the last time I posted, what's with November.

Anyway I can't even keep blogging here I am no longer 30goingon40, although I will always be 30+

God Dey!!!

2012-11-19T02:07:00.002-08:00

Echo mic check, blog check post check

Wow omo serious cobwebs and echo here almost eerie been two years gidigba

Seriously Baba God the more I think I know you the more I find there is so much to know, time and time again you have to send some sos my way just to affirm that you love me. Why o why do you love me so. I don't know o but this one thing I know no marra what, wareva happens as long as I have mouth sha I must to kira for you.

Eh ya it's good to blog, this is me stumbling on my own blog after a long time and reading my posts reminiscing and smiling. Darn I miss blogville small, the landscape has changed, most of my comrades have closed shop it's almost like recession hit blogville. Thank God for the few faithfuls.

I am still alive o, but I have been through Wen as in the kind of things I have been through it's only a testimony to God that my sanity is intact.

In all that I have learnt so much about myself, I am learning so much about people. My logo for the past eon months has been "We’ve been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we’re not demoralized; we’re not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do; we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been thrown down, but we haven’t broken." 2 Cor 4:9. Yelz you can call me o jabo ko fo (it dropped but it did not break)

I can't shout and I don't know how to preach, but in my own life o, if not for Jesus if not for his love and tender mercy I for don RIP or gone inside. It is now that I understand grace for the moment, do you know that God cuddles yes he does.
I don't know how to form especially when it comes to God, one time right in church I buzwaka and pumped the waterworks, one request only "God please carry me". It is only the people that reach there that can talk. Before I could say ki lo nsele, his warmth enveloped me omo I was like shey mo n float ni (am I floating).

Whatever you are going through there is hope, in fact it got to the point I wrote out a contract declaring what the end will be even though my liver shake, sometimes it still shakes but I shan't gree. So go ahead write down what you want the end of the matter to be, afterall God does the same, he declares the end from the beginning (precedence has been set) so shikena.

Even if it means carrying bible and reading it loud to my own hearing, even if it means calling my own name and saying hear the word of the Lord "it is written blah blah blah" I will do it.

Anyhoos thirty+ still dey, my family is fine mo wa kampe, learning and living. I just say make I tell you say God Dey :)

On another note: enough jagbajantis is out there now, creepy things that threaten all that God represents in our lives, please don't dabble o, don't even go there, all those higher knowledge, seeking what is not lost, trying to gratify this flesh that will not stop until it leads one to point of no return. In fact I sometimes get melancholic when I think of how our children can remain spotless from all the ills and perversions that is in this world but God Dey!

Just in case you are wondering what the picture is all about, please ask google images, I typed in jagbajanits and they came up with the pix...lol

Till later, you are not alone, God Dey

In conclusion

2010-11-05T09:31:00.000-07:00

Hello Peeps,

There is nobody like you Lord, like arugbo ojo - that's what I have got playing over and over again on my laptop media as I type
Yes ke there is no one like him, how else can I thank him for all he has done and he is doing.
I kira fun baba God a million times with a million tongues, not enough

You have heard it before and it's true in my case as well. I wrote a post many times but alas it was in my head that the post was written.

I wrote the post about the Sunday Sunday dude who did not tell me that the friend he constantly mentioned and reported to at so called ungodly hours was the actually the girl he told me about, the post was one longyness of a post. I wrote it honestly but it was in my head that I wrote it. How he commended my cooking and how I took courage to ask a burning question that I sensed and he fell yakata for ground.

I wrote about the dude that thinks God is everywhere even when you take someone's name to join your own by force by fire (schwepps I thought that was a girl thing). I wrote what courage it took to walk away, what relief it felt listening to elderly and Godly advice.

And then I actually started to write an entry of myself and paddy mi in a private blog but only managed a few entries. I was going to write about the strange questions folks ask me about paddy "Has he been married before?", "Does he have a child?" "Is he illegal?" and how I could almost sense disappointment when I say "none of the above and yes we are age mates". I did not understand until much later.....it must have really looked bleak for thirty+ especially when good men are scarce.

A man once told me about Elijah and the remnant prophets who did not bow to Baal, I believed him then theoretically and as a believer but now I believe him even more because I am a witness to it.

I am endlessly thankful and totally gobsmacked about God's faithfulness.

Between taking pictures at weddings, working 9-5, shuttling between two abodes, chasing defaulters and planning a wedding it has been one wonderful ride this year.

So in conclusion, here is to the wonderful friends I have made on blogville, to the few frogs that came my way, to my paddy who sealed our friendship with a ring (still pinching myself and love you gan ni o)

I'm off blogville.

Till we meet again on facebook, another blog, at a function, on a flight, somewhere, anywhere, this is soon to be Mrs Oluwathirty+ saying keep keeping it real, keep loving God, keep representing him everywhere you go, there is nobody like our God.

Aurevoir, O digba, Goodbye :)

12 Things

2010-08-06T08:53:00.000-07:00

Hello peeps,

Once upon a time there was a creator, who created the heavens and earth, he formed a being from clay breathed in his nostrils and called him man. This man who can be grouped by race and creed was created in the likeness of the creator

This creator who also created thirty+, ness is the greatest of the greatest, the only God, to him be all praise and glory
So my very dear friend and pally shared this with me and I thought wow, it's bloggable. Even though this was written about a hundred years ago, it is still relevant and not just for negros, white, caucasian, red indians and so on, indeed there is one or two principles to learn for all of human race. My comments are in red italics

12 Things The Negro Must Do For Himself by Nannie Helen Burroughs
Posted by Black Men In America.com Founder & Publisher Gary Johnson from the original book by Ms. Burroughs. (Circa Early 1900's)

1. The Negro Must Learn To Put First Things First. The First Things Are: Education; Development of Character Traits; A Trade and Home Ownership (three out of four is not bad eh).

The Negro puts too much of his earning in clothes, in food, in show and in having what he calls "a good time." The Dr. Kelly Miller said, "The Negro buys what he WANTS and begs for what he Needs." Too true!

2. The Negro Must Stop Expecting God and White Folk To Do For Him What He Can Do For Himself.

It is the "Divine Plan" that the strong shall help the weak, but even God does not do for man what man can do for himself. The Negro will have to do exactly what Jesus told the man (in John 5:8) to do--Carry his own load--"Take up your bed and walk."

3. The Negro Must Keep Himself, His Children And His Home Clean And Make The Surroundings In Which He Lives Comfortable and Attractive.

He must learn to "run his community up"--not down. We can segregate by law, we integrate only by living. Civilization is not a matter of race, it is a matter of standards. Believe it or not--some day, some race is going to outdo the Anglo-Saxon, completely. It can be the Negro race, if the Negro gets sense enough. Civilization goes up and down that way.

4. The Negro Must Learn To Dress More Appropriately For Work And For Leisure.

Knowing what to wear--how to wear it--when to wear it and where to wear it, are earmarks of common sense, culture and also an index to character (so true, I remember the term "power suit").

5. The Negro Must Make His Religion An Everyday Practice And Not Just A Sunday-Go-To-Meeting Emotional Affair (Amen sister).

6. The Negro Must Highly Resolve To Wipe Out Mass Ignorance.

The leaders of the race must teach and inspire the masses to become eager and determined to improve mentally, morally and spiritually, and to meet the basic requirements of good citizenship.

We should initiate an intensive literacy campaign in America, as well as in Africa. Ignorance--satisfied ignorance--is a millstone abut the neck of the race. It is democracy's greatest burden.

Social integration is a relationship attained as a result of the cultivation of kindred social ideals, interests and standards.

It is a blending process that requires time, understanding and kindred purposes to achieve. Likes alone and not laws can do it.

7. The Negro Must Stop Charging His Failures Up To His "Color" And To White People's Attitude.

The truth of the matter is that good service and conduct will make senseless race prejudice fade like mist before the rising sun.

God never intended that a man's color shall be anything other than a badge of distinction. It is high time that all races were learning that fact. The Negro must first QUALIFY for whatever position he wants. Purpose, initiative, ingenuity and industry are the keys that all men use to get what they want. The Negro will have to do the same. He must make himself a workman who is too skilled not to be wanted, and too DEPENDABLE not to be on the job, according to promise or plan. He will never become a vital factor in industry until he learns to put into his work the vitalizing force of initiative, skill and dependability. He has gone "RIGHTS" mad and "DUTY" dumb.

8. The Negro Must Overcome His Bad Job Habits. He must make a brand new reputation for himself in the world of labor. His bad job habits are absenteeism, funerals to attend, or a little business to look after. The Negro runs an off and on business. He also has a bad reputation for conduct on the job--such as petty quarrelling with other help, incessant loud talking about nothing; loafing, carelessness, due to lack of job pride; insolence, gum chewing and--too often--liquor drinking. Just plain bad job habits!

9. He Must Improve His Conduct In Public Places. Taken as a whole, he is entirely too loud and too ill-mannered (Guilty as charged, just been called aside for my loud telephone call which I taught was okay to shout as I was in one of the office meeting rooms - alas the soundproofing of the room was not made with my decibels of nosie in scope, in my defence I was talking to my father who kept saying so oro soke (speak louder) according they guessed it was me because it was an African Voice yeeepa!. There is much talk about wiping out racial segregation and also much talk about achieving integration. Segregation is a physical arrangement by which people are separated in various services.

It is definitely up to the Negro to wipe out the apparent justification or excuse for segregation.

The only effective way to do it is to clean up and keep clean. By practice, cleanliness will become a habit and habit becomes character.

10. The Negro Must Learn How To Operate Business For People--Not For Negro People, Only.

To do business, he will have to remove all typical "earmarks," business principles; measure up to accepted standards and meet stimulating competition, graciously--in fact, he must learn to welcome competition (kerching, glad i am slowly and surely breaking the mold in my photography).

11. The Average So-Called Educated Negro Will Have To Come Down Out Of The Air. He Is Too Inflated Over Nothing. He Needs An Experience Similar To The One That Ezekiel Had--(Ezekiel 3:14-19). And He Must Do What Ezekiel Did.

Otherwise, through indifference, as to the plight of the masses, the Negro, who thinks that he has escaped, will lose his own soul. It will do all leaders good to read Hebrew 13:3, and the first Thirty-seven Chapters of Ezekiel.

A race transformation itself through its own leaders and its sensible "common people." A race rises on its own wings, or is held down by its own weight. True leaders are never "things apart from the people." They are the masses. They simply got to the front ahead of them. Their only business at the front is to inspire to masses by hard work and noble example and challenge them to "Come on!" Dante stated a fact when he said, "Show the people the light and they will find the way!"

There must arise within the Negro race a leadership that is not out hunting bargains for itself. A noble example is found in the men and women of the Negro race, who, in the early days, laid down their lives for the people. Their invaluable contributions have not been appraised by the "latter-day leaders." In many cases, their names would never be recorded, among the unsung heroes of the world, but for the fact that white friends have written them there.

"Lord, God of Hosts, Be with us yet."

The Negro of today does not realize that, but, for these exhibits A's, that certainly show the innate possibilities of members of their own race, white people would not have been moved to make such princely investments in lives and money, as they have made, for the establishment of schools and for the on-going of the race.

12. The Negro Must Stop Forgetting His Friends. "Remember."

Read Deuteronomy 24:18. Deuteronomy rings the big bell of gratitude. Why? Because an ingrate is an abomination in the sight of God. God is constantly telling us that "I the Lord thy God delivered you"--through human instrumentalities.

The American Negro has had and still has friends--in the North and in the South. These friends not only pray, speak, write, influence others, but make unbelievable, unpublished sacrifices and contributions for the advancement of the race--for their brothers in bonds.

The noblest thing that the Negro can do is to so live and labor that these benefactors will not have given in vain. The Negro must make his heart warm with gratitude, his lips sweet with thanks and his heart and mind resolute with purpose to justify the sacrifices and stand on his feet and go forward--"God is no respector of persons. In every nation, he that feareth him and worketh righteousness is" sure to win out. Get to work! That's the answer to everything that hurts us. We talk too much about nothing instead of redeeming the time by working.

R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R

In spite of race prejudice, America (United Kingdom, UAE, Germany, Afghanistan indded the whole world) is brim full of opportunities. Go after them!

So what is your action plan now?

Till later

Special Offer, Now and Then

2010-06-29T06:17:00.000-07:00

Hi Peeps,

Some things never change, there is however the One who changes but never himself changes, they call him the Unchanging Changer. To him I bow my knees in worship and thanks

I was just thinking about it this morning as I came into work, the fact that not much changes really specifically relating to School and work

Back then we had lockers

Now at work I have a locker

Back then we had uniforms

Now at work my dressing is pretty uniform (corporate) from Monday to Friday

Back then we had monitors and prefect

Now at work we have snitches and ass lickers

Back then we had peer pressure

Now at work I find myself sometimes speaking like “Bongos” the popular one

Back then the teacher asked questions and we raise our hands to answer

Now at work the boss asks questions and we fake a cough as a sign to answer

Back then we had break time
Now we call it Lunch Hour

Back then if I faked a headache to avoid school my mum farigas and frog marches me to school

Now if I try to fake a headache to avoid work, Bills frog marches me to the door (for me it's no work no pay)

Back then we did simultaneous equations

At work today I had to write a simultaneous equation involving x and y on a piece of paper to help me work out a particular cost.

Back then we had a late comer catcher

Now at work, the 'knowing look' from ‘them lot’ is the late comer catcher

So you see there is no need to bang your head on a wall because, there is nothing new under the sun. As the writer puts it

“What has been will be again,

what has been done will be done again;

there is nothing new under the sun”

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I would have loved

2010-06-09T03:54:00.000-07:00

Hello Peeps,

The fact that God is good is not up for debate, I will just admonish that you join me sing halleluya for the good things he has done in our lives.

Ok this is really not an update becaue I just happened to click through to my own blog from another blogger and I had / have no intention of writing an update.

Right now, I have no writing juice nor zeal for blog whatsoever, even though there are few things I would like to blog about. For the life of me there it is not flowing, maybe because it's early in the morning, and I am at work.

But if I had the mojo to update ......

I would have loved to write about the gifts I got for my birthday and how I spent the day.
I would have loved to write about how pleased I am with myself clearing my backlog and some new skills picked on photoshop.
I would have loved to write about Brides and false eyelashes - the danger it poses for your photographer and your wedding pictures.
I would have loved like to talk about wigs, the half ones, the full ones, the lace ones e.t.c. and what happened when my favourite half wig went missing for 48 hours leaving me stranded....it was not funny.
I would have loved to rant about how annoying this 'girl' is - the one that likes to peep over my shoulder and read my stuff and how bizarre it is that she just walked past now and peeped over my shoulders yer again. How I would really like to give her a konk on the head or twist her ears (ouush) like my integrated science teacher used to.

But like I said I do not have the zeal to write a post just yet.

So till later

Still Here

2010-05-08T06:52:00.000-07:00

Hello Peeps,

I don't know what it is about praises but God does fearful and wonderfl things in praise it is no wonder I kira for him at the begining of each post, afterall there is no me without Him. Thank you father.

Still here even in the midst of my hustle and bustle of this world of ours I occassionaly remember I have a blog, maybe no more readers.

On this rare occassion that I am acutally sittting down on a saturday having just come back from a family portrait shooting and waiting to go and hook up with some fabulous ebis of mine I'm taking time out to drop a line and clear the cobwebs on my blog.

God has a sense of humour, just when I was praying to stop travelling I had to shift base yet again. But I am not going to even talk about that anymore else I start sounding like an annoying resounding cymbal. Afterall only the ones living get to shift base and do lots travelling. On that note may God grant the family of former President Yaradua succour and comfort in this their time of need.
Apart from that thirty + is doing fine, my photography is gaining leaps and bounds everyday, there is so much to learn and even much more to achieve. I have been covering eventsnon stop for the past six weeks, three weddings inclusive.

I have to make a confession, the last two weddings I covered were so emotional, I found myself crying, it was so beautiful and quite moving. On one occassion it was the misty eyes of the hubby as his bride walked down the aisle that got me and the song playing in the background "from this moment on by shania twain, I tell you even Efunsetan Aniwaura (Idi Amin or Hitler if you have no idea who Efunsetan is) would have shed a tear or two". I had to hold the camera tightly to my face to camouflague my tear stained face...

On the other occassion, it was the bride clinging to her father crying as they danced to Luther Van dross "dance with my father" track. Before you could say jack what his face, thirty plus turned on the water works, this time I used style to move to corner to take my shots.

I know it's probably unprofessional to be crying like that but mehn I could not help it, there is something about weddings in the first place added to it lovely moments like the ones I witnessed, infact....

So anyhow if you are getting married or preparing to get married give me a shout, don't worry I will not come and cry you a river, I have a new strategy to add dark glasses to my photography outfit so you are safe. More than that there is juicy discount to good to resist for my blog family and readers, so give me a shout.

If you have not already done so join my fan page and do invite your friends to join as well, hopefully I will be adding gallery links of some of the events covered soon, so watch out.

In the meantime here is a taster.

Till later, it still moi, thiry plus saying

No one like me?!

2010-02-21T03:26:00.000-08:00

Hello,

Father I declare that you are my Valentine, there is no me without YOU, you make me all I am.

How are you doing ma blog family?. Been a while since I dropped by here

This post is as self involved as can be can, so please allow me.

Y'all know I claim to be a matured lady who is very single - Everybody choruses Yelz

How come everyone around me is more frazzled, come across as single ready to mingle but myself.

According to more than one source, I don't look like someone "who is single or even ready to mingle" (biko nu how do they look?), "It does not show on your face sha (this irks me so, as in what?!!), "I thought you have someone somewhere! (but why would you go thinking on my behalf).

My single lady friends make more reference to their single state, getting married, kids that I wonder if I am okay for not speaking or thinking about it as much.

So I had a self talk and these were a few of the reasons that I came up with

God told me he will settle me in my joyful matrimonial home hence my calm disposition to it all.
I am content with not being married for now because I have seen what how miserable a married woman can be.
I am somehow sabotaging myself and have made a pact with some unseen forces to remain single.
I am too Lacadesical to be bothered about singleness or marriage.
Everyone around me is doing the fretting and bothering leaving me no room or time to bother about it myself.
I am in denial of some sort

I do hope it's the first reason on the list, otherwise intervention may be required or going by my valentine it may not be necessary after all....hmmmn.

Happy New Year

2010-01-15T03:35:00.000-08:00

Hello folks,

Even two days to the end of 2009 some folks ceased to exist and could not share the greetings of Happy New Year. For you and I that can read this post on the 15th of the year we ought to praise the God of heavens, Father Lord I juba (hail) o.

My prayer is that this year will be a year of Rest and Rejoicing for you.

Goal Setting (Not New Year Resolution)
I just thought to drop some lines on goal setting based on what I read in open heavens a couple of days ago.
In the past I usually have this well laid out document stating what I would like to achieve for the year in the area of Spiritual, Self development, Finances, Health / Physical Wellness (one guess of what always appear on the physical / health list....hmmmmnnn hmmn you guessed right).

However in the past two years I have slacked big time. Why?

You know a while back I referred to myself as a pilgrim, well if back then I was a pilgrim, now I am a pilgrimest (pardon my English). I mean dedicating a whole post to Airport should give you a clue about my escapades. I have stopped telling folks what I do because sometimes even I don't believe myself : ).

Anyway I decided this year was going to be different and I was going be on ground and sort myself out, alas it was not to be. Last Saturday had me dashing through security gates and runway to catch my flight (no kidding), come to think of it I have been doing a lot of running lately.

All is not lost as soon as I am back to base I am going to have some talks with some certain people and we would come to a compromise.

And yes end of January is not too late to set goals for the year.

I wish I could upload a document so i can show you a cool template that someone gave me years back and which I still use drop me a line here or facebook if you will like me to mail the template to you

So what are your goals for this year and have you started on them.

As we remember the people of Haiti we should also be also of some sadistic people who will use the opportunity to scam.

Best option tried and tested is the American Red Cross

Jolly Jolly Season - Chasing Santa

2009-12-14T10:28:00.000-08:00

Hello my peeps,

Tis the season to be jolly fa lalalala lala lala

Christ the reason for the season fa lalalala lala lala

What would it be like if there was no Christmas, no time cooped up spent with family,

No excuse for extra jollofing

No opportunity to celebrate the birth of Christ

No unexpected gift coming through the post

No greeting card from the friend you forgot you had

No chance to visit the grotto and see baba kereesi

Nothing to look forward to at the end of the year.

I am glad because of Christmas but more so because of Christ, thank you Jesus

And just in case you are reading and really have nothing to look forward to this Christmas, I pray that the spirit of giving associated with this season will locate you and surprise you in an usual way, Amen

It's been a wee while I have come by here, what can I say there has not been much really to come and write about or do you really want to here all the boring details of my ups and down with photography, more of the up sha. Or how I have been contemplating making a change yet being mindful of timing.

But this evening provided a good opportunity for update!

I was lying down in my bed jejely wearing three jumpers and coughing like our old panel van after an unfortunate visit to a dubious mechanic. At the same time working on some layout while some Nolly wood movie was making noise in the background . Suddenly suddenly I heard this noise by my bedside window and was wondering who had the effontery to be making so much noise in my neigbhourhood whether jolly or not. The jolly noise got louder and louder that I had to get off the bed and investigate.

Right outside my window I saw the most cheering view any kid would love to see, father Christmas on his sleigh live and direct, oh what a jolly site. Not only that he had his elves with him going to different doors not with gifts but with buckets to collect donation.

Tafa o, even credit crunch has affected Father Christmas unlimited?!

Anyway it did not deter this ogbongecious 3o+ woman o, I shrieked like a 5 year old and waived frantically at father Christmas while shouting at the elf and father Christmas to wait for me.

I dashed downstairs and opened the door only to be told by the elf that father Christmas had gone but I could still catch him. I grabbed two left foot slippers and started running down the street shouting "wait for me!", "Father Christmas wait for me!".

I eventually caught up with him and got some shots no time to adjust settings on camera I just snapped away. I even got on the sleigh and got a shot with him but there is no way I am putting that pix up here. I looked like a run over Michelin babe with hairstyle of Ursula the witch.

So if you saw a crazy looking heavily padded dressed woman running down the street chasing a sleigh, that was thirty plus :).

I bet by now some folks might be thinking I have ako iba (cerebral malaria) with associated hallucinations, well pictures don't lie.

From my window - magical eh?!

Chasing Santa

With his elves

Okay I really don't know what came over me and why acted in such manner unbecoming of a thirty something year old woman, after all I was not deprived of visits to the grotto as a child. Maybe it was the fact that he was right outside my window on a sleigh and it kind of looked magical or maybe I was touch basing with my inner child, I don't know and I really don't care. All I know is it was a thrill and I totally enjoyed the few minutes of "misbehavior"

Till later have a joyful Christmas

Some Loose ends

2009-11-02T13:17:00.000-08:00

Hello people,

All thanks be to God who has helped us this far from the beginning of the year till date. Eleven months don waka we still dey carry go, even though some have said goodbye to the Ville, we know they are alive and well off the ville. It's enough to thank God for.

Before the year runs to an end, I need closure on some posts....

Sandra
Sandra eventually died or better still I put her down when the time for annual check came, I just could not be bothered with the bill. I am now on the lookout for a replacement like yesterday. As it is I would not be able to splash out like I expected because well it's not yet harvest time for the money tree behind my house. More so, I don't know if anyone ever told you but my oh my "Photography is expensive". Please don't let me recount the loss of 430EX flash that dipped £200 in my pocket....issshhk it still hurts. Suffice to say, Sandra's replacement will be modest.

Dentists and Needles
I have had a start stop relationship with my dentist, so started treatment but yours truly have missed so many appointments because of the numerous travelling I have been doing this year, I have clocked up some tidy frequent flier points yeeaaaaaaaahh. Nevertheless I must now rekindle the relationship and sort this teeth out once and for all.

Sex, Kids and lies
On that issue of sex, kids and lies, the more I seriously think about it, the more I empathise with my mum's sex education delivery to young thirty+ "Now that you have started to see aunt flo, don't get close to boys or else you'll get pregnant". It was enough to scare me off being a visual person that I am, anytime a guy as much spoke to me all I kept seeing was my tiny frame falling down due to the weight of pregnancy (quite naive).
That kind of education won't work on these Internet age kid. Aside from telling him or her to be careful and preserve their body I really would not know what to say. My conclusion is that I will cross the bridge when I get to it or better still may I never get to that bridge as in my kids will all be straight up about their books and manners till they are matured enough (so help me God).

Till later, Happy New Month

Schipol Airport

2009-10-20T06:41:00.000-07:00

Hi Peeps

Then sings my soul, how great thou art, how great thou art, enough said.

You probably guessed from my last note what I have been up to.

God does answer prayers even when it's quarter to no hope, he shows up by sending help. On that note a big shout out to Shonavixen for the hook up with D, D was just absolutely fab.

I just have to vent a bit about Schipol Airport (Amsterdam).

Schipol Airport doesn't come across as being friendly. Maybe it's my imagination but once is a chance, twice a coincidence, three is like hmnn

Reasons
1) I have passed through Schipol Airport quite a number of times this year and honestly everytime I arrive there, I am welcomed by "Will passenger van deer gutang for destination Kuala Lumpur please get on the plane otherwise their luggage will be taken off the plane". It leaves me wondering why folks are always late at this particular Airport

2) I don't like the idea of a Toilet flushing itself especially when it's a dumb toilet. I fess up first time I went by and the white house released itself I jumped a bit. Especially as I hadn't a chance to even hang my bag talk less of..... And of course you wait after you finish to make sure it does flush itself after da bizness. I demand the right and liberty to administer the flushing judgement.

3) The People / Staff - Witness this dude who was being denied taking his Jack Daniels on board despite the fact it was bought from Duty Free, their excuse it was NOT sealed. You need to see the way they were going on at the man like he had just been found with cocaine. Maybe because he was Nigerian but come on...... . Common sense should have prevailed instead of the gang up on the guy. Eventually someone with a bit of sanity came and offered to check the bottle in.
And you don't want to see the way they eye your passport whether green, red or black. Me, if you eyeball my pali, I will eyeball you and your uniform number (if any) in a matter of don't try me else...... (you must at least have shakara).

One more thing, their "just before you board security check" one one side of the Airport wing is downright annoying. Why can't they just be like other folks and have the general gate security check instead of having it at every boarding gate. Wasteful and Oversabi.

What else is new?

I'm editing pictures like there's no tomorrow, got a backlog to clear.

Which brings me to this, what has your hands found to do lately?

What are you waiting for?

God will reward your effort.

One of my life's principle can be found Right Here

P.S - I'm taking wedding photography bookings for 2010, if you know anyone getting married do inform them.

Till later

Stop Press - CROATIA

2009-09-23T13:42:00.000-07:00

Hi Peeps,

God is merciful and I can't shout.

This is not a post but a request for information.

Are there any bloggers in Croatia or with contacts with croatia.

If so please contact me asap (as in like yesterday).

Thank you

One Wedding and a Funeral

2009-09-11T12:39:00.001-07:00

Hello Blogville,

Baba God, the one who wraps himself in Lighty, the first, the last, the present, the future....I Hail Your Name.

Been a minute. It's good to have a blog where one can share thoughts and happenings in our daily lives without interruption. I will recommend blogging to everyone even if you are not a writer, it's a good place to ponder type your thoughts. For the gift of blog, blogville and bloggers in general I thank you Lord.

The good book says that it is better to go to the house of the mourning than go to the house of feasting. I have been to the house of mourning and tomorrow I am going to the house of rejoicing, with my current closest companion, my camera.

Let me say this straight up, it's much better and preferable to be a photographer at a wedding than at a funeral. Did not even consider that I could be asked to take pictures for a funeral. After the initial panic of being called to come and take picture of the body to which I had rehearsed a declining speech, I charged my batteries, cleaned my lens took my back pack and off I went. Thankfully the casket was closed, phew ope factorial.

The house of mourning certainly gives you some food for thought on this so called life. The greatest lesson for me was this it is better to die with a knowledge of the one who made you. Because when the dust has returned to dust and funeral procession goes to their various home, when the last tear has been shed and the black clothes exchanged for your office wear, the spirit of the one who passed on is left to face it's owner.

And the wedding, oh the joy of starting a new phase of life together with the one who makes your world go round. The love in the eyes of a newly wedded couple is joy to behold. No wonder it's easy to snap 1000 shots, have aching hands but you still have a smile. Of course you come back home to edit and tell yourself for the upteenth time to go easy with the shots.

Just like I am telling myself now that tomorrow, I shall keep calm and not capture bums unnecessarily. I mean just because I find folks dancing bumper to bumper hilarious does not mean I should get wild with the camera now. Although some of those shots are so candid and makes the couple smile.

I know I have not been responding to comment but not wanting to sound like a broken record, I'll say (hopefully for the last time) 'time has not permitted me'. Don't give up on me just yet.

Naija chickito has returned after one and half years in exile, we must celebrate.

Check this out

Till later

Masterpiece

2009-08-29T03:33:00.000-07:00

Oh what a big big God we serve.

God is REAL, I can't say it enough and what's more HE IS ALL THAT! No wonder I can't help but Juba* (*hail/worship/bow) for him.

I was going to try and write a follow up on the last post, most especially as quite a few folks confessed they did not know what they would have said, but like Arnold said "I'll be back" on that topic.

For now I watched this skit below and rushed to this page to share with you, enjoy.

If only we can see ourselves the way God sees us, I am a Christian and yet I know that I don't see myself the way he sees me. Too much interference with God's signal.

Interference come in many forms it could be: what we see in the media being advertised as the standard, what the culture sets as Norm, what Fiends say, what some friends say, what the parents say, what the past echoes, what the future whispers and most of all what the flesh says (you can drop more in the comments box)

....In the begining it was not so. Folks take time to check out what God is saying about you now

Love Plentiful

On sex, kids and lies

2009-08-12T02:37:00.000-07:00

Hello Everybody

Hope you are feeling fine! "Oluwa ni Olugbala aya ta ni o fo mi" ("The Lord is my deliverer whom shall I fear")...Halleluyah plenty!

I read LG's post on Let's talk about sex which she wrote way back and it reminded me about my friend and his 10 year old son.

The boy came and asked her about what to buy for a girl he loved (or something like that). My friend was shocked! Not that she is ignorant that this is normal in the UK but for some reason she deluded herself that "Femi" was different.

Kudos to her they are very close, he is the only child they have and is practically tied to momma's string by choice.
She discovered that the boy had been texting the girl with all his credit and really liked the girl.

What was her response to all these I asked?

Friend: "Well I told him that he needs to be careful especially when he was not yet sure if the girl is God's will for him in marriage."

Thirty+: "What?! please don't tell me you actually said that?"

Friend: "Wo o ba mi lojiji (I was caught unawares) and that was the first sensible thing I could say".

Marriage, Will of God?! Ogini mere?! I laughed till I nearly peed in my pant, how could she have said that to a 10year old boy. And she did not help matters, telling me in her most serious tone that it was not a laughin matter, of course I laughed the more.

Eh ya bless her heart. I don't think anyone prepared her for parenting like that as in my home girl was brought up in our own era with strict christian background. Did not have a boyfriend (her husband was her first), is not exposed in any way. At least some of us read blogs and our eye open small.

So she asked me "What would you have said?!."

I seriously thought about it for a moment and was not sure what I would have said either. As in free me abeg, it's not me who has a 10year old son in love, when I get to that bridge I'll cross it. She pointed out my hypocrisy as in at least she said something even though it may not be the most sensible or appropriate thing to have said but she had no prior warning

Now that I have had time to think about it, maybe I would say something like "What do you mean when you say you love her"? "Why do you think you love her"? (Stalling, I know). Then I would advice him that girls are to be treated nicely and with respect, treat her like your sister and a good friend or something along those lines.

What if he turns and says "but I really love her"?
I could do either of the following

Suggest to cook his favourite meal and then put on a three hour film that we should watch together like the 'English Patient'. Hopefully by that time he would have forgotten or his Dad would have arrived for hand over.
Alternatively I may consider buying him Tina Turner's Album "What's Love got to do with it"
Say something like this "It's good that you are in Love as long as your 'Pee Pee' does not go near her 'Vee Vee'. (P.S At what age can a girl get pregnant?)
Tell him about the story of Sodom and Gomorrah.

My friend went for the hand over option, after their initial conversation she promptly reported the boy handed him to the father to "sort his son out".

Hypocrisy

2009-08-01T02:16:00.000-07:00

Hi my peeps,

It is good to sing praise to the Lord and bless the Lord most high.

Happy New Month to you all, the first half of the year will soon be gone.

Recently one of my friends (call him J boy) let me down, basically I wanted us to partner in some bizness and kind of wanted to him to tidy the sales side of things while I sourced product. The guy was all mouth 'yeah no worries, I will do the groundwork, I have told you before business is the in thing.....bla, blah, black sheep'.

When time came for him to deliver, no show.

This was the same guy who used to call me all the way from the US to advise me on marriage and I use to even what his scope was. I remember a conversation we had shortly after he relocated to Nigeria (on this same marriage issue).

J boy: '30+ you should make sure you shine your eyes well o and be very prayerful before choosing a partner, you divorce rate is high this days. I just heard a sermon and the guy was saying some serious stuff'.

30+: 'Don't worry, I am always praying about it anyway you nko how far?'

J boy: 'It's you I am waiting for (laughs), God will do it'

He then made an excuse to get of the phone (credit or somethin like that)

A couple of months after that conversation, one of our common friends called to rejoice with me and confirm when J Boy's naming ceremony will be.

30+:'Which J boy'?

Friend: 'Same J boy now, don't you know he has a baby girl?'

30+: 'Shuo since when, is he married?'

Friend: 'You mean he did not tell you that he is now married to little K girl'

30+: 'Little K girl ke, are you dreaming, K girl who has barely finished WAEC or which K girl are you talking about?'

Friend: 'Ah okay you have not heard. The long and short of the story is there has been some underg rendevous between the two for a while and result became VISIBLE. Parents sha insisted he must marry her before she gives birth'.

I called another friend who filled me in on the details. Kai, imagine, this is the same dude that was always was advising as if he was my father yet he managed to miss out that he had impregnated our K little girl who was donkey years her junior. Let's just say K girl is one of those area aburos whom we all use to send on errand when we hang out in their hood. K girl that use to call him and his friends Uncle and Aunty, K girl who was still in secondary school.

His excuse for not telling me earlier ("after he apologised") He wanted it to be a "SURPRISE" (yeye guy, na today dem born me?!).

Why are people such hypocrites there he was advising me and next thing you know all the while he was wiring little K girl.

Anyways on this fateful day I called their house (i.e. Mr and Mrs J boy) as per business concern and it was litte K girl that picked phone, of course level don change, it was no longer 'Aunty 30+', it was now '30+ what's up? 'I just calmly respnded I am fine, abi afterall she is now my friend's wife . I asked after her husband and she said to hold on... The next thing I heard shocked me, 'Stuppiiiiiiiiiid', 'Stuppiiiiiiiiiid', (shuo who is she fighting with) and then again 'Opponuuu' you have a phone call.

Chai I prayed please don't let it be what I am thinking and as if he read my tots, I heard my friend's voice in the background replying her "Whhhhatt mo nbo jo" (I am coming).

Olopa o, what happend to sweetheart, darling, baby, honey all dem dem romantic names abi is this new fashion in Nigeria?!.

In short J boy a.k.a stupid/oponu eventually picked phone and I had my conversation with him like normal although he sounded uneasy
(What?! You expect me to ask him who oponu is? No o, wetin konsign me, you want them to use my name enter their sheneidegan, God forbid!).

Even if they were fighting she should not have embarrassed the guy like dat. Then again it is not her fault it's my friend who could not take his eyes of her melons nor take to his own advise, the girl was obviously immature.

The next time I called and she picked up, it was different, it was now 'Mrr Foolissshhh' you have a phone call" (not a joke). Well things are getting better abi at least he now has a prefix.

There and then I decided not to call their house again, I'll rather email or send letter, can't stomach any more name calling although J boy messed up but still...

Moral of the gist, walk the talk, you are an Epistle.

Till later

Nostalgia...I miss

2009-07-17T16:54:00.000-07:00

Hello Peeps,

There is a time for everything, a time to sow and a time to pray, a time to laugh a time to cry, a time to sleep and a time to wake. As for praising God it is for all time, all day and all night his praise should be on our lips...I praise you Lord

Right now is the time for me to reflect and reminisce.

I miss the early days of blogging, when I constantly checked my blog for comments and spend hours blog hopping. I miss reading Fineboy's post. I miss reading from Doctor Naaps, Bimby's series, Mrs Somebody, Carlang, Undacova, Calabar girl, Anu Boy and a few others.

Don't get me wrong, there are still yet more bloggers who are in the block, just that I miss a few of the ones who have left.

Sometime I wonder if I should draw the curtains on this blog but can't bring myself to do it just now.

I miss my Husband and kids, the ones I don't have yet.

I miss my Dad....sigh. He is very much alive hale and hearty in Naija just that I am missing him right now. Don't know why seeing that we are not necessary the best of buddies. Maybe I should plan to visit home soon.

I miss gbegiri and ewedu, it's been a while I had it.

Yihaa, my photography is doing very well and thank you all for your support and encouragement both here on blogsville and facebook. I have been getting quite a number of enquiries and custom. I will be covering another wedding very soon, hopefully will come back here with plenty gist.

Till later, take care of yourselves.
P.S.

If you or someone you know is getting married soon, give me a shout, we (in conjunction with my partner who is a make up artist) have got some good package on offer .

Shopping Frenzy - Eureka

2009-07-07T05:51:00.000-07:00

Hi Peeps

Unquestionable he is the Lord, he created us but himself was not created.

Seeing that I don't plan to repent on blogging faithfully anytime soon, I may compromise and start talking photography here. That will prolly give me the impetus to come by here more often.
Imagine my 2nd year blogging anniversary passed without so much as mention. Whereas last year I put up this longified post celebrate. Time changes things.

Sales and sweltering sun what a summer combo.

I am not a typical girl when it comes shopping. Don't really like shopping that much, I usually start off with a high but within an hour I am like can I go home already. Another issue for me is I have a one track mind when it comes to shop. For many years I was a card carrying member of NEXT just 'cos I went in one summer sales period and got good bargains and clothes that fit. Ever since then, anytime I am going shopping like a robot it's NEXT. Often times I see other people wear clothes and wonder why I did not see them in the shop i.e. NEXT.
My sister gets lovely tops from H & M, you will think I should do the maths and go in there to ge myself some, till date 30+ has never stepped into H & M by herself to buy anything yet I envy the tops when she wears them.

Then my favourite store became Dorothy Perkins and I had a brief sting with Wallis.

Ok why all these stories.

Currently I have no shop in the UK. Got tired of NEXT after one particular sales period that left me looking like iyalode of Balogun market as I practically struggled a pair of shoe with one woman. Took one look around the store saw the craziness of it all, dropped my picks and headed for the door. No store is what that hassle 70% sales or not and anyway all the good stuff had gone. Dorothy Perkins after going in twice and not finding anything I dropped them like hot potato.

In the past two years or so I have been doing my shopping whenever I travelled. But as I am not travelling this summer and my weight is doing a yoyo on the scales, I realised I needed interim solution until my body weight made up it's mind or I decide to stop taking a Kit Kat every break (whichever came first).

Last week, I sat scratching my head on where to shop.

Primark
For above reasons, I don't shop there plus back in time, I made the mistake of going there at Christmas time with a friend who came in Nigeria. Unfortunately it was the one located on Peckham High Street, we are talking 5 years ago before the re branding attempt of Peckham. So my bus stopped in front of Primark last week and as I saw folks coming out with brown bags and looking rather satisfied, I decided to venture in. I keep forgetting how ridiculously cheap that place can be. I got not one, not two but three tops for under 30 quid.
What's more, the shop here is not nearly half as crowded as the ones in the Queen's City.

Eureka

Ok their clothes may not be all that of a good quality but who cares, all I want is an interim UK shop until I set off on another voyage.

My shopaholic friend tells me there is an outlet in Swindon sumfink like that so failing my travelling I may go check the place out.

In the meantime I need to make peace with my body and some information about Child labour being used to sew Primark's clothes.

Till Later

In my head (1)

2009-06-26T03:15:00.000-07:00

Hello Peeps,

He can do it again and even much more, than what you think. Why? Because he is the same yesterday, today and forever, for that alone, I must to Kira fun baba God who is the unchaning changer.

So just like that MJ beat it from planet earth well as a wise seer under inspiration wrote :

"Remember your Creator now while you are young, before the silver cord of life snaps and the golden bowl is broken. Don’t wait until the water jar is smashed at the spring and the pulley is broken at the well. For then the dust will return to the earth, and the spirit will return to God who gave it."

Let's leave that one aside for the main post

Lately in my head, I have been preaching a lot. As in proper preaching especially when I have just discovered something in the bible. I tell you now God's word is new everyday.
When I was much younger, I use to wonder what will happen after I finish reading the bible, well I thought you just read it through and get the gist but panicked about what will happen next. Until I discovered that his word is fresh and dynamic, a scripture verse can speak differently to one million people....How great!
Yesterday I had to used my hand to cover mouth because I realised I was actually speaking out loud to an invisible audience explaining what I just read in Phillipians 3. *Kilode now I cautioned myself **"ara ile lo ma mo ni amodi, were lara ita ma pe".
Ma peeps the thing baffled/baffles me and it's not the first or second time that this will happen to me.

No I don't believe I have the calling of a pulpit ministy, though a few folks do say that I have but no no no, abeg I prefer the sidelines.

Facebook
Believe it or not, I now have yet another fb profile...aargh. It's a long story but was def not the plan. The profile was set up just to load pix but eh karamba no sooner than I loaded pix than the friend requests started coming . After about 6 requests came immediately some of who where already my friends, I thought why not and started adding more myself...crazy abi lol.

P.S
Love you plenty.
Also glad to see Obiwanne and Tolantino back to blogville.

Translations
*Why
**"to the one who knows better it can be called enthusiasm, to the outsider it will be called madness".

The Unsaid

2009-06-14T04:50:00.000-07:00

My peeps,

God loves me, I don't know why? It is not a wonder that I choose to praise him in all I do, he is my all in all.

How are you all doing?

My friend was gisting me of another friend who said she joined a dating website. I know folks do that a lot this dayz but my oh my I am old skuul plus there are so many Aliens in the world today and cyber connection adds another dimension.

Peeps mi just check the SUCCESS stories on this website (the first one) and tell me honestly what was going through your head CLICK HERE, isshkk is what came out of ma own mouth, I no fit talk. (17/06/09: Update, 'the link to the ones I am referring to seems to have been moved, copied the link a while back so :(

Love what a booriful thing.

Talking of which my friend the garrulous one celebrated her birthday recently so was on the phone asking how it went blah blah. She tells me of how Mr So and so did not show up cos he took his family on holiday and how he had a go at her wondering what is there to celebrate when all her mates are doing birthdays for their fourth born.

Oucch! Tafa o! Ok I know my friend is a lil bit loud and razz, actually so razz that I have reduce communications with her cos she been rubbing razzzness on me. What can she do, should she marry herself.

Unto other gist

I went for the Premiere of a movie called "The Unsaid".

Now, I thought Nollywood was getting better but this movie left me speechless, and to think I walked red carpet to enter Cinema and watched this film which I paid £10 i.e. N2,800 for. Up till the last minute I was sure there was going to be a spin to salvage the mediocrity of the production, story line and acting. Alas it was not to be. I was left speechless and the only thing I could mutter was "It's a lie! It's a lie!! It's a lie!!!
I just could not believe anyone Nigerian will have the audacity to "Premiere" a movie like that and collect money. It should have been premiered on You Tube or the living room of No 10 Kingsland road, Hackney (apologies if this your address, but hackney did get a mention in the movie).

Synopsis
Ireti Ola Daniels was diagnosed of cancer while abroad, rather than come home and die in the midst of family and loved ones like most normal human beings decides to return and stay in Lagos, splashing 100billion naira on house and three cars living a recluse. She met a prostitute (Bimbo Akintola) they both got drunk and were helped by Doctore X (Desmond Elliot). She later hires Bimbo as her Personal Assistant and Desmond (who was having issues with his girlfriend) fell in love with her (totally out of the blues) and then she dies.
In fact writing the above synopsis is enough to give me a headache, there was no begining, no middle but there was an end sha.

Kudos to Bimbo Akintola and Desmond but even their effort could not salvage the movie.

My verdict - 3/10.

And tin and tin

2009-06-01T16:03:00.000-07:00

Thank you Lord for a new month.

Peeps mi, thanks for all the birthday wishes, really appreciate all the love.

My birthday was great, I enjoyed the outing although despite my earlier declaration to enjoy myself so much that I forget about having a blog, I found myself talking about blogging during the dinner outing.

I wrote a full post in my head but now that I am here all I can think of is why my sleeping habit is messed up (sleeping at odd hours) and I ain't preggers nor do I drink coke.

If one nose seems permanently blocked like mine, does it mean I am surviving on 50% oxygen? That must account for my feeling drowsy but not sleeping, the pollens need to disappear already.

When a man starts giving different excuse for missing appointments or picking your calls, ladies usually start suspect unfaithfulness and quite rightly so. I can give you more than a few excuses for not replying comments but the truth is I am being unfaithful to my blog.

Facebook and Photography are the real culprit behind my unfaithfulness and what's more I don't see myself repenting anytime soon.

Photography: What can I say, I am totally in love. There is so much to learn both pre and post production, it's not just carrying a good camera and pressing the button. The learning never stops, from composition, lighting, ISO, aperture, focal range and tin and tin, e no easy.

Facebook: Well I keep discovering some old folks from eon years ago. Recently reconnected with some of my mates from secondary school. Furthermore, endless gist is flowing especially with that gbeborun feature that broadcasts your story to all your friends "Thirty + has sneezed", "Thirty + is at work" e.t.c. Well I have a few friends who put details of their every move as status update and in as much as it's silly I find myself checking them out.

Though I set up a twitter account but have now resolved not to bother getting into that otherwise, I might as well leave the real world, virtualise myself and change my name to Andromethirty+.

P.S
Check this out http://aseda.shutterchance.com/

Till Later

Month of May

2009-05-19T09:46:00.000-07:00

Hello Peeps,

In all things I give God thanks and thanksgiving, at all times in everyway I give God thanks.

Hope you folks in the Temperate areas of UK and USA are gearing for 'proper summer' (that does not sound grammatically correct, does it?)

I agree that men do get depressed but not as much as women!

I love the Month of May, it heralds in the sunshine, end of winter blues, bikinis, diets, and the onset of parties upon parties especially weddings(at least in the UK). Don't think my peeps back in Nigeria have anything like the wedding or party season, it is lways ojo gbogbo bi odun (everyday is like celebration).

Another reason I love the month of May is because it's by Birthmonth "he he he ehe eh". As conceited as it sounds, I have this believe that May is the most special month of all followed by December and January - Lol.
Just think of it is the only one that has three letters, it is close to half year but not half year. Brides love to get married in May and most importantly, all May babies are the best...do I hear whoop whoop.

The countdown to my birthday has begun, I think I'm even more excited than usual. When I told my friend she wondered why, afterall the clock is ticking. She is also a May baby, but while she is thankful and all, she can not get the gist of my excitement.

Even I dunno why, try as I may to have a one lady pity party, I could not, there is nothing as frustrating as not being able to be depressed when you want to be depressed. I know I sound silly but sometimes I go into fits of feeling sorry for myself and for my life, but these days it's getting more and more difficult.

Just the other day I heard some news and it dampened my spirit and as I was about to go into self pity mode all I could do was speak God's word out loud.

It worked

Even though that was not what I wanted, I wanted to work myself up so I can cry and kind of make God feel sorry for me. I am laughing hard here because writing it down, I sound like such a silly thing to be aiming for.
I believe I have matured to a level and most importantly, now I know the truth it has set me free.

I know enough of God's word to understand that he works in seasons and I am tatooed in his palms, so in the words of Tuface "what more can I say".

Will not necessary put a post on for my birthday, there will be too much grooving for me to remember I have a blog, lol.

As for presents, this is my request just say "thank you father for thirty plus". Honestly though that is really what I want from my heart of hearts, I think it is so cool for God to be hearing echoes of thanksgiving from different continents on my behalf.

Just so it does not look like I am being overly spiritual, I would like a HUGE birthday cake, not Gateau, not thoe funny ones from Marks and Spencer or Cosco. A proper traditional Nigerian cake with minimal icing, Lilac in colour.

For delivery details just inbox me on fb.

Till Later,

Why men are never depressed

2009-05-10T10:35:00.000-07:00

Hello my Peeps,

Male and Female he created them, the master designer who designed me to be female with a purpose, I acknoledge you Baba.

Got one of these in my box decided to share. I wonder who sits down to compose all these popular email forwards?

Men Are Just Happier People?

Your last name stays put.

The garage is all yours.

Wedding plans take care of themselves. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.

Chocolate is just another snack.

You can never be pregnant.

You can wear a white T-shirt NO shirt to a water park.

You can to wear a water park.

People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.

Car mechanics tell you the truth. You know stuff about tanks.

The world is your urinal. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.

You never have to drive to another gas station rest room because this one is just too icky.

You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.

Same work, more pay - How True

Wrinkles add character.

New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.

One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat - except when you are a brother to Thirty +, my brother can yarn.

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase - Once the same brother mentioned above was ready to travel to the states with just a back pack and he was not going rock climbing o.

You can open all your own jars.

You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.

Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.

You almost never have strap problems in public.

You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.

Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life.

One wallet and one color for all seasons.

You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.

You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

So is it too true that men don't get depressed?

Till later

We are many

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Folks

When you thank God, his grace and blessings is multiplied on your little resources, so let's consciously thank God for all He has done for us. Thank you Lord!

Happy New Month to you all, this is a special month, my month of Reward....eh karamba I am so excited.

Reading Bumight's post on sometimes I get confused, it prompted me to post this.

There is a blogger whose blog heading includes / included "me sef I tire". The 'me sef I tire' subtitle refers to his feeling at being yet another Naija blogger.

"WE ARE MANY", just when you think you preety much know everybody, you stumble on yet another fab blog.

Moreso each blogger is unique in their own way, even though you may confuse mizchif with miz-cynic, everyone is unique in their own way.

When I changed my blog template, I decided to achieve a mean feat of putting as many bloggers on my reading post widget just to keep tab. I kept adding and adding, after like over 110 bloggers and counting I gave up counting.

How to does one manage to keep tabs on all the blog and comments, phew e be like say "me sef I tire".

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Shalom