Good morning everybody!!!
A few hours ago I told God, you know what, all these prayers aren't for praying sake o! These people actually said the words and said them in Your name and I said a big Amen and I said it with faith, in You. So daddy, I need to begin to see the manifestations and SOON!!!
I've never in all my life had so many prayers said for me as I had yesterday, it seems all day my mouth was on repeat saying amen amen amen amen amen amen, over and over again. How do I even begin to say thank you? For the comments, the mails, the texts and the calls, even for the birthday wishes you muttered in your minds, I say a big thank You and I pray that God blesses you even more.
Turns out I had absolutely no form of celebration on my birthday and PDP is to blame for this! In the morning my mother guilt-tripped me into coming to see her and I caved in and rushed to Surulere. She had so many things she needed to do so that's how I tagged along with her from the house to the salon from the salon to the nail studio, from the nail studio to Yaba market and then back to the nail studio as one of her nails had smudged. I kept it at the back of my mind that I was hoping to catch a late flight out of town, in which case I would celebrate where I find myself, or back to the island and do something or the other.
I'd had no plans but in the morning Chocolate called and offered to take me to the spa for a massage and some pampering. Sasha bone was insisting we go somewhere and do something. Idu said she'd come over after work, a few other friends suggested drinks and dinner, refusing to let my 30th pass without a celebration. And then there were the random guys who were offering to do one thing or the other.
All these options made me very uncomfortable (as I'm not too good with too many options) yet there was something very exciting about all the possibilities. As mama finally cut the strings off and let me loose and I boarded a cab back to the Island, my body tingled in anticipation of the promises the night held. But getting on Ikorodu road I realized that all those possibilities would come to naught.
I'm sure you've heard about the campaign along Ikorodu road with all the OPC touts? Well yes, there I was for hours and watched most of my birthday pass by. It wasn't all bad though, I mean, minus the heat and the fear that could be likened to being put in a box surrounded by tigers, hyenas, wolves and other untamed animals. My lord, these Lagos touts cannot be described in words. It was frightening albeit interesting watching them. I tried to imagine where they all crawled out from and what they did on the other days of the year. I tried to imagine how many were armed robbers, how many had killed, how many had raped, who their mothers are, where they live, if they have lovers, if they feel love and know the distinction between that and lust, what their dreams are, how much they were being paid to constitute such nuisance... These people had me asking who opened the gates of hell, who let the beasts out?
I mean, it's possible they aren't (all) beasts but they look so frightening; eyes reddened with both agbo and igbo jedi, eyes deadened by the harsh realities of their lives, lips dried by malnutrition and smoke, skin; crass, scarred and rough...
Anyhoo, I got through eventually but by the time I got home I knew I would only take a shower and marry my bed. And that's what I did!
So, now that I'm a member of the 30s club what can I expect? I read an article by Isio recently and I heard it's the age of constant sexual arousal and your body is kinda perpetually feeling one kind. LOL. Please is this true? And what else do I need to know? Do I need to lie about my age till I get married and/or have kids, as someone suggested yesterday? Would I experience any drastic changes or would life proceed as usual? Please tell me.
Basically I just want to say a big thank you to everyone and most especially to God. I'm sincerely grateful.