We are many

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".

Image copyright - Google Images

Shalom

Bloopers and Question

Ma peeps

How you dey?

Let's not take anything for granted o, for me that I have fingers to type and you that have eyes to read we must to do what....GIVE THANKS TO HIM.

"If the LORD had not been on our side, when men attacked us, when their anger flared against us, they would have swallowed us alive; the flood would have engulfed us, the torrent would have swept over us, the raging waters would have swept us away. Praise be to the LORD, who has not let us be torn by their teeth" Ps 124: 2-6

Don't act surprised na it is my logo now I must first thank the one who was, is and is to come - lol.

I may not be able to update as such o since I will not be around for a while.

Hold on .... why na, kilode

E gbami from these dudes sitting next to me o(think he is from one of the other company site) his legs keeps blocking my drawer and bumping into my desk. I don't know why the two of them are sitting on one desk (make it 3.5 'cos 1 one of them is heavy D's cousin)

The heavy one keeps breathing heavily and I am almost like asking if he is okay. The guy prolly got some thyroid or insulin problem - poor soul

Abeg let me turn and move my laptop so I fit yarn proper.

Ehn ehn as I was saying, for those asking of setting limited profile on facebook, it is all on the privacy section

Click on view friends.
On the right hand side click make a new list and give it a name (e.g limited profile, you can have different lists, tight crew, just limited info e.t.c)
Select friends you want to add to that list
Once that has been set up go to the privacy page
Click on profile and from the drop down button on each information (e.g basic info) choose customise.
From the customise box you can to limit the folks seeing using the except option you add friends or lists that can not see a particular information.
You can do the same for applications, news feed and search
For pictures go to album and choos album privacy at the top right of page and customise as well.

On to other things, in the spirit of blogville idol past here are some of my bloopers

bloopers

I have been meaning to ask which is better or easier
a) To be waiting on God for a life partner
b) To be waiting for the fruit of the womb.
IMO, there is an obvious answer but abeg I want to hear your own answer with reasons to back it up.

Till Later
SHALOM

Eh o Eh o lo lo lo - I get very very happy

Peeps

Ki lo n pops?!

The jury is in God is good, no controversy it is a settled matter.

So I was tagged by Princessa

Rules:

1. Put Your iTunes/ music player on Shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!!

4. After you’ve answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the meme themselves.


IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Appreciation - Sunny Ade
Word

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
He is Lord, He is Risen from the dead - Maranatha Singers
For shizzle, my peeps I think I am Jesuscentric, whatever that means - lol


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL ?
Eniyan ibo ma yin Oluwa - Esther Something Ebo Ope
Well I like folks who like praising God so yeahhh


HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Part 2 of the matchmaker - Bishop Walker message
:) - Say what, you are freaking kidding mehn - lol


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
He knows my name - Paul Baloche iWorship
Omo this thing get winch o


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
This is the air I Breathe - iWorship
Shey! I am a breathe of fresh air now


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
What to do when all Hell breaks loose - Gregory Dickow message
You and who, I reject that in the name of Jesus Christ, back to sender in registered must deliver envelope. Although .....


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
If you go - Styl Plus
Ogini mere, go where ?


WHAT IS 2+2?
Restoring fellowship with the Father - Joyce Meyer Message
Na so the muzik talk


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Isn't He Wonderful - Terry Clark
That must be my man, yes he is


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Armed and Dangerous - Joyce Meyer Message
Armed with the word and Dangerous to the devil, kapish


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Ololufe - Wande Coal
Okayee, if you say so


WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Halleluyah God I worship you - Muyiwa & Riversongz
From now sef till Eternity, I want to be a Worshipper.

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
As the Deer pants after - Paul Oakley iWorship
Well makes sense


WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Overdose on Love - Nayo
Word! I am the love overdose for them


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Let the river flow - Darrel Evans iWorship
Okay but it is very slow song o, but we will manage it

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Spiritual Love - Trin i Tee
Interesting - Let them play it jo I will be with my Lover Jesus Christ thanking him that his love lasted me till the grave beyond :), so carry goes.


WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Integrity - Joyce Meyer Daily Message
Well! I try to stay in Integrity and it's a big turn off when I meet folks who's got none.


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
We Bow Down - Twilla Paris Songs 4 Worship
Word! When you bow before God you can stand before any Man.


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Benefits of Fellowship with God - Joyce Meyer Daily Message
It is better to have a good fellowship with God first jare before any friends


WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
I get very very happy o, oruko Jesu lo mu ori mi wu - Midnight Crew
Praize da Lord, I don't have to think of post title

I am so not tagging anyone

Imagine just because Naija Chickito was tagged some moons ago the babe has gone missing - lol please let us organise a search party for her.

Anyhoos, you can catch me on Blogville Idol page, trying to be Hosty.

Try to vote for Tayo Olabiran (see right pane) and show support for a Naija babe representing. I came upon the group she set up on facebook and she is preetier and more model like than some of the others on Top 10 - ok maybe I am biased 'cos she is Naija. She is participating in the vmagazine 2008 model search and needs to be in the Top 10 to stand a chance.

Till laters

Shalom

IDOL '08 - *Shsh Simon*, Mz 30+ is talking

Peepos,

Are you ready for this?!

You know how I like to sing and praise Baba God every time I start typing a post, like right now that I am reflecting and singing that "he is the true Baba Ara ti o mo iyi omo" (the true father of wonders who cherishes his children).

Well y'all be hearing my skentele voice throughtout the Blogville Idol competition becasue

Mz 30+ is the HOST for Blogville Idol 2008

Thank you, thank you for those who are smiling with joy for me, and for the rest, skontolo your ears.

I have checked the rules, nothing stops the host/hostess from bursting a tune every now and then - lol.

Tell Simon Cowell, his job is not safe...........



Ok excitement down, I am thinking oh my goodness

What am I gonna say?
Should I phonetise
Or naijarise?
Or be very serious?
Or try to be funny
Or be razz?
Or all of the above 'cos I am a mix

I don't know mehn, but pray for me just like every other contestant.

I am not singing but I'm still kind of NERVOUS.

OK Tarry Plus, 1 mug of camomile tea and breathing exercise coming up.

SHALOM

From her window – 15th Street

Peeps mi,

How'dy? Been a moment.

Do you know that God is so good, so much so that before you we even showed up "he has given unto us everything that pertains unto life and Godliness".
One of the things that pertains to life is creativity and boy did we see a display of that on the 14th and Serenity project, well done guys.

Blogville Idol 2008 is coming up o, if you have not heard before you are hearing now, sign up and let's see another aspect of creativity in action - the use of vocal chords - lol.

You don't have to be celine dion, mariah carey or kanye west, as long as you have mouth that can open and hopefully produce a sound/noise you should enlist. It will be fun, last year was so cool but I am sure this year will TOP IT.

I dey kampe o, nothing dey happen God is on the throne, it is unquestionable.

Well I have been having withdrawal symptoms from the 14th and decide to write the piece below. Mehn tis not easy sha you berra enjoy it

Here goes...

Mrs Cee detested the gauze cover of the window; she on the other hand loathed Mrs Cee’s coke laced nose and the woman’s insistence on being an accessory on 14th street.

Through the gauze covered windows, she could see the enclave of drama. Sex, Drugs, drama and more Sex were the prime attributes of the ominous building standing at the junction of chaos. Freshly bathed air blew into her abode; she inhaled deeply willing for a cleansing.

She had wanted the executive bachelorette pad at Grandville avenue end of 15th but could only afford the 1 bed Apartment at the Serenity end; it gave a vantage view of the hotel and in the distance the back garden of Mrs Cee.

Outside, the Mediterranean looking artist concentrated hard on the canvass doing his day job, drawing shoddy caricatures. His victim this afternoon was a Paris Hilton hopeful whose Chihuahua was threatening to escape. What was it again ‘animals being a better judge of characters than human’? The artist work littered the sidewalk and somewhat told a story. His latest piece bore an uncanny likeness to her deceased friend RM. RM lived opposite the bachelorette pad at the Grandville end of 15th. They had met outside the pad while she was waiting for the agent; RM had been quite chatty persuading her that the apartment was worth every bit of the asking price. They soon found out they had a few things in common, exotic men and arts. Their subsequent acquaintance met Mrs Cee’s disapproval, not that it mattered.

RM had been a frequent visitor to the 14th; she seemed to know the story of a few of the residents. Once she had spotted RM coming from the artist’s inner chamber.

From her window the sight of an odd looking guy struggling with his brolly caught her attention. The man walked hurriedly past the artist knocked down the latest piece. The man did not stop he appeared to be on a mission or running late for a rendezvous at the hotel which he headed towards.

She sighed and sipped her sparkling coconut and mango drink, her gaze trailed and settled longingly on the bottle sitting on the glass shelf above her book collections.
Her mind was made up; six months on 15th was long enough, what was she thinking in the first place, if the one born of Immaculate Conception could not reach Mrs Cee what could a prostitute’s daughter achieve. Blood may be thicker than water but it’s not thicker than a fix.

The events of the past months were enough to drive anyone over the brink of reasoning starting with the ‘Letter’ that brought her to the 15th. Zena’s boyfriend Ty, had been a God sent in helping her secure the accommodation. He was kind enough to show around the neighbourhood since she was new in town and Z lived at the other end of town.

Who could have thought?

Ty’s unexpected death should have been a blessing in disguise rather it seemed to fuel the passion for revenge the more. Pure cowardice Zena had exclaimed ignoring the fact that an armed man had gone to Ty’s house to batter his skull leaving his wife to find him in his cold blood. Zena had set out on a mission to find out all she could about Ty and the woman carrying Ty’s ‘evil seed’ as she called it.

The smoke alarm called her attention to the burning burritos. Next to cherry flavoured drinks, Z loved her burritos; she dashed into the kitchen to turn off the oven. The call last night worried her there was something in Z’s voice she could not place. Ty had changed Zena who was once a bubbly, down to earth, confident kind of girl. Then came Ty and things changed before then there was no secrets between them, they were sandbox friends who planned to have their family live side by side and share school runs.

Now Z is a bitter scorned woman, while she was a young lawyer on a failed redemption mission, racked with guilt yet bestowed with an unexpected gift and a lost opportunity of bonding with her ‘brother’.

“There is a time for everything under the sun, a time to die, a time to live, a time to cry and a time to laugh”, father Michael’s voice played in her ears. “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes” he continued. She placed her parting gift of a single black rose on the young lad being lowered to mother earth, this was their second meeting.

At the first meeting, she had observed her brother closely; there was no semblance between them. His pale white complexion was stark contrast to her Olive skin. He was blonde curly haired, she had straight jet black locks. He looked really dead lying on the slab of metal in that cold room, she felt very much alive coming in from the afternoon sun. They were not treating his death as suspicious the officer had told them, it was an OD case. She touched his cold head now drained of life and at that very moment felt the baby’s first kick. She had gasped while their mother, Mrs Cee held her tightly from the back, muffling some consolation and cleaning her tears “it’s ok at least we have each other now”.

What mother forgets to mention her son to her daughter, especially when she is reconciling with the daughter after 24 years? Then again Mrs Cee is stoned half of the time and refuses to go to rehab. And she had the nerve to request she be called Mum.
As far as she was concerned, ‘her mum’ Franceska Roberts was dead. Mrs Cee was only an egg donor she had hoped of having a meaningful relationship with hence the choice of living on this side of town rather than the apartment recommended by her firm.

She could see the umbrella man coming out of the Hotel; he was walking funny and had changed his clothes for an African print similar to the ones she had seen Ty wore on a few occasions. Ty had worn it on that unfateful rainy night when he visited her apartment to report Zena’s vandalism of his car.

From her window, she saw as Z swore at the ambulance which drove past her heading towards Mrs Cee’s street. Ordinarily she would have jibed about Z wearing shades on cloudy day as this but she had an inkling humour was not on today’s menu. Her stomach knotted with every step Z took towards the building.


© copyright 30+ , June '08
Picture from google images

Shalom

Update

My personal peeps

How are you all doing? I see God’s work unfolding in your life and I thank God for you lot. He has all the power, raw materials and time to finish the work he started in you. When you think of it life is worth living cos Baba God has not finished just yet.

What can I say, I think I have broken a record as far as blogville is concerned o, yippee yippe doo dooo daaah. I got not one, not two, but three virtual cakes from three different bloggers on this ogbonge blogville, infact one of them was an Alien cake and the other was invisible.
Mommy, Aijay and Darkelcee merci beaucoup for the cakes, it was very thoughtful of you.
Thank you all for your prayers and birthday wishes in fact my head was swollen.

So you want to know what I did on my Birthday shey, I did Nada. 30+ was working all through, imagine that. All the folks calling me from England coould not believe I was working 'cos it was bank holiday for them. I got some lovely cards and gifts. I felt special that day sha and was so joyful and thankful to God I cried that evening. God has been good to me is all I can say…I can’t shout.

I have been quite bizzy in the past week and have only managed to do some blogrounds.

E be like say YES, WE CAN, Obama is rocking...

Personal gist level, not much is happening, lost a couple of pounds.

My flatmate said I look like a 23-25 year old - buuuaaaaaah

Oh yeah I have got a new flatmate, a foine looking guy with a small semblance to Superman's dad (but younger, he is caucasian ). After the initial panic that I may have subconsciously taken on a foine looking flatmate with an ulterior motive, things are back to normal. Temptation is far from me now because he smokes (dude lied that he didn't) and he does not believe in God, how unsexy.
Peeps mi, the first couple of days/week I was avoiding the guy big time as in and lead me not to temptation but deliver me from slander. Imagine the headline "notorious no sex before marriage naija blogger, 30+ jumps her flatmate in a moment of heated lust" – chei, God forbid. It will be worse than Samson and Delilah at least they had a hollywood movie. Mine would be a cheap Nollywood flick with 'ill dressed' actors and actresses and razz lines.

Selah
Have you ever wondered it is been so many years Samson did the do and yet folks are still talking about it, long after God had forgiven Samson, David and Bathsheba nko. In the same way there are some things you and I have done in the past which God has since forgiven but the people around you will keep reminding you and using you as the example. You may even be the one that has refused to forget what God has since erased. My friend get stepping, Old things have passed away, as long as you hang onto that past the future will be a struggle for you to move into.....

14th is keeping us all entertained so get your fill on from THE STREET. Writers let's read some daylight stories please, let's hear from some of the other characters in the neighbourhood, abi nothing else dey happen for the street ni. May God bless your brains and keyboard as you take time to deliver such graphic and entertaining stories.

Till later

Shalom

1 yr on ....

Hi Peeps

Wow it seems that times does fly. Whatever we are going through remember that the phrase "these too shall pass". Life has different terrains, from the valley to the hills, to the plain, to the brooks, the sea, the lake, the wilderness, the dessert.

We can learn so much from the unseen/uknown God from the things he has made. He is the master of the universe.

A year today I put up my first post on Blogsville starting a most interesting, educational, engaging and roller coster ride journey. Though my profile says April, it took till May to finally put up a post and figure out what to write.

My blog introduction sounds nothing like what my blog gist/journey has been. Why? Answer is also in my introduction .... he started a new thing in me. Hence rather than delivering on the promised rollercoster, venting of frustrations, the gists on this blog has been mainly 'an easy read' with a dash of humour as I recount some daily happenings and observation in my world.

The 30+ that started this blog was at a place of despair and gloom where she struggled to sense and find her maker as she tried to hold on to her saness adjusting to so many changes as her so called achievement that was eroding her peace.

The 30+ writing this post feels loved, joyful, blessed and divinely favoured. I know that the one who saved me lives,

On Blogville I have

Picked up more Pidgin English than before Na, Una, wetin, na so.
Started writing things like prolly, ishh, sheeznees.
Got myself an official blog sister and brother, no blog boo yet :( ehn did I hear cradle snatcher.
Wrote a poem off cuff
Wrote an inspired poem and short story
Got my creative juice to come alive again
Shared my weirdness
Have written a few posts
Got more than a couple of comments - lol
Made friends plenty of them – (I wrote name (s) against the list but took it out, it's more fun guessing, some will be easier to guess than others though)

• The one I see as my aburo for real
• The one who reminds me constantly of what I would rather be doing
• The one whom I see as my brethren/comrade
• The one who is bent on engaging my brain full throttle when reading their post
• The one whose post is ever so sensual and makes me wonder
• The one I feel like sitting down and raking for just 'cos I love 'em so
• The one I really want to meet and hug tight
• The one whose cyniscm does not deter my fondness
• The one whom I gave the title regular lovely blogger
• The one who could easily be my friend from the past
• The one whom I admire as intelligent
• My aburo
• The mumsies group
• The one I find endearing
• The one who encourages down to her blog title
• The one whose love for I AM challenges
• The one whose blog is touch and go
• The one whose blog is a pure pleasure to read
• The one who shares my name and delivers as such
• The veteran whose passion I commend
• The dude that made me laugh so hard when I first came upon blogsville
• The Young Lad
• The traveller
• The one I call Writer
• The ambitious babe
• The ones I see as three Musketeers
• The kind hearted Husband
• The one whose blog name makes me think of fairies
• The no nonsense blogger
• The one whom I call Babe
• The one with whom I have more than a few things in common (tis almost scary)
• The one whose Avatar made me smile now it's been changed :(
• The one who unknowingly inspired me to blog but does not know my blog

To you all above and everyone who has read my posts, left comments or passed by this way.

30+ is saying

“E seun”, “Nagode”, “Sosahan”, “Imela”, “Thank You”, “Dankschen”, “Merci”, “Siyabonga”, “Shukriya", “Obrigada”, “Gracias”, “Dan san”, “Grazie”, "Doh je"

SHALOM

Blog Carnival

Hi Peeps,

Thank God, Mz Sandra is back but not after I had to use take my Legzuz to work and that on two very cold winter days.

I may just carry on with the Legzuz, that will be doing my bit for the enviroment na plus hopefully help my quest for fitness...phew. But it ain't eazy ma peeps.

Did you know there was a 7 day carnival going on?!

Swing on by to the crib of Daddyz Gal to read from bloggers giving you the low down on different parts of their body.

Oh yes and I also feature introducing you to my... 'Lips!

Update just because I know some folks can't be bothered with links, see the Ode below:since some folks will not click link, I have pasted the ode below...

Nectar and honey that's what comes to me

Anytime I think of you

Perfectly formed, Pouting with every pose I take

The sweet nectar of you may cause many to fall

But I choose to keep your nectar

And like a hardworking bee turn it to honey

Healing and Soothing

The words that come from you

As you team with my sponge and pearls

You cleanse, you wash, you nourish

Yes my lips drip of honey

Satiating the ears that anticipate

With sweet wild honey

Rise and be healed it drips

So are the words formed on my lips

Like the balm of Gilead you will heal many

Shalom