Four different conversations today, at different times with different friends all brought to mind the 'dreaded' 30s. Actually 29 is practically 30 so why are we all dreading clocking the Big 3-Zero officially?
I guess it's like mourning your 20s, those golden years, those years when you were invincible, when the world was yours and you were super woman/man and could do whatever you wanted. Those days when you thought you would live forever. 30 seems like the death and burial of all that.
Speaking of death, I just watched a video on Facebook about Nigerians who try to get to Europe by foot through the Sahara Desert. Most of them end up dead from dehydration, fatigue, hunger etc. I saw so many dead bodies scattered around on the desert, blackened by the severely hot sun, eyeballs almost nonexistent as the sun seems to have melted them away. Male and female. The voice in the video said over 100 people are the time try to walk from Nigeria to Europe, only about 5 ever make it alive. Seriously guys, is Nigeria that bad that people would do anything at all to get away from it? Damn! He also warned that people should stay where they are and work hard to make money. God can bless you anywhere, doing something with your hands. It's not only in Europe you'll find blessings, even on the farm in your village God can bless you.
Speaking of God's blessings, today marks the 14th and last day of Our Daily Manner 14 day fasting program, and on the last day (today) there's an anointing service. I don't know how long it will last for but after the 21 day fast in January, the vigil started at about 7pm and we ended at almost 6am the next morning, so it's likely that this take up most of the day; it begins at 7.30am. As it's likely to be a whole day's affair I may not be here for most of the weekend. So just in case I'm MIA for long, that's why.
Good night guys, I should be up in a few hours.