I am not someone with a lot of friends but as you would
expect I have met a lot of people in my few years on earth. Many have gone as
quickly as they arrived, many knew they would leave but decided to take their
time while a few have stayed through the years.
In meeting and knowing people I have come to realise that one
of the most important thing that keeps the bond is the LIPS. It could be the
first peck, the last kiss or the parting of the lips for the release of
memorable words. I would pick the lips as a release of words and share some my
monthly experiences of how the lips can be unjust.
INJUSTICE 1: LET ME LIE
ABOUT HER LOOKS. Sometime
in January I ran into a friend at the supermarket, I wasn’t looking my best I
knew it, I had no make-up on, my hair was shabby thanks to my stylist who had
refused to come take it out, my eyes were swollen as I had just woken up and oh
my outfit, I was clad in my old Jalamia the one a friend had bought for me on
one of her regular visits to Italy. As soon as I saw this friend make her way
into the supermarket I tried to hide but before I could find a spot, she had
called out excitedly ‘Tee, is that you?’ did I mention my name is Tobi but
friends prefer to call me Tee. If you knew Sinmisola Smith, then you don’t need
to be told what she she looked like on this visit to the supermarket. Sinmisola
was a confirmed big girl. A miss I don’t fart, I don’t eat, I can’t walk on
ground, not literarily I mean but you should understand prim and proper, if it
were possible to walk in the car through the sections of the supermarket
Sinmisola was the one to start that trend. Of course I had to move closer to
greet my ‘when we see’ friend. She didn’t extend her body for a hug, she didn’t
extend her hand for a shake, neither did see stretch out her lips for a
friendly peck but yet her lips managed to pour out the words ‘You don’t look
bad’. Pardon me it is not the idea of not looking bad that amazes me, it is the
emotions and actions that totally disagree with the spoken words. My thoughts
were ‘did she have to say anything about my physical appearance’ but then again
it is what people care about the most they choose to talk about.
INJUSTICE 2: LET ME LIE
I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS. In February I met Johnson. Johnson was a fine, tall pimples free bloke.
I had no idea how he got my number but he called me up. At first I was forming,
‘Where did you get my number? How may I help you?’ But as we got talking all
that didn’t matter anymore because His voice melted my worries and answers just
didn’t matter. We went on as phone friends and we spoke every day, I don’t know
if it was the voice I fell for but I just didn’t know what was turning my head,
but from where I was standing he was my man. I didn’t tell anyone about my
secret relationship because I know how people can be, internet love haaa! Haaa!
We met one day and he was even finer than pictures. In this world that we are
in who is ever finer than their photo shopped, camera 360 pictures, ehn answer
me now, who? But the God we serve is a good God He will not allow me to fall.
Though I had fallen once o, God wasn’t going to allow me fall deep, I was still
at the edge. To cut the long story short, oga had gotten my number from my friend’s
phone and the twisted thing was that he was in constant communication with my
friend, I mean love things. So I’m wondering, did he have to call me? Did he
have to get my number and steal my heart? Did his lips have to offer all those deceit?
He already had a phone mate, why find another?
INJUSTICE 3: LET ME LIE
TO GET WHAT I WANT. Sometime
in March I was giving a task to do at work. The task was really important and
the company depended on it for a huge financial return. I didn’t beg for this
task, my boss gave it to me, he came with the story of how much he trusted me
and believes I am the one who can help us attain the great height. Fast forward
till the next day he was back in my office telling me how he was happy to
inform me that a professional just flew in from the states and he would like me
to pass every detail of the task to him as he trusts him better. E gba mi ke
where did all the trust he had in me the day before fly to? Did he have to
sweet tongue me to get a job done? Did he even have to talk? He was my boss he
could have just commanded and not stir up my emotions into thinking he had any
trust or value for me whatsoever.
INJUSTICE 4: LET ME LIE
TO LOOK HOLY. The
Sundays in April were particularly lovely for me. The theme was flee adultery
and I particularly enjoyed how our pastor handled the topic, he used pictures,
music and what have you. Every Sunday when I drove back home in the car with my
neighbour and his wife, he would always kick against adultery shouting and
declaring that judgement was awaiting adulterers. He was really passionate
about the topic and I thought in my heart this man must loath adultery. In my
mind I was saying if anyone would ever catch someone committing adultery it
should never be this man. Last Sunday in April the day that our fine pastor put
a nice icing on the cake of flee adultery I caught my neighbour red-handed in
the act… please I am not judging but did my neighbour have to talk about
adultery at all on our rides home? Did he have to justify anything, no one
asked him.
INJUSTICE 5: LET ME LIE
BECAUSE WHAT IM DOING DOESN’T FEEL GOOD. May almost went without lip injustice but would that ever
happen, I don’t think so. I went into the kitchen to find my sister eating
something. As soon as I entered she hid whatever it was at her back. I said
what are you eating? She said ‘nothing’. Haba. Funny thing is she was having a
piece of cake, what she was doing wasn’t bad but just don’t know why she felt
her lips needed to utter a lie.
INJUSTICE 6: LET ME LIE
SO I DON’T FALL MY HAND: In June I did the lip injustice, yes you heard me, I did. So I went for
a get together and I ran into my ex. Well thank goodness I was looking the best
I could so no shaking, but of course even with all my looks the battle wasn’t
won because my EX walked towards me with a lady and we exchanged pleasantries
then he goes to say meet my fiancé Ibiwunmi. In my mind yeah right you have
come to rub in. so not wanting to be defeated I said ‘wow! When is the wedding?’
He goes January, then I picked his nose playfully and said ‘Omolayo you are sha
following me I am also having a January weddin.’ The conversation went on with
hearty congratulations. Brothers and sisters Moyo had not even said anything
about marriage since we started seeing each other. But I had to save my face
with an invented lie, no one will fall my hand.
INJUSTICE 7: LET ME LIE
SO I DON’T LOOK LIKE THE CULPRIT: So in july, we were at a meeting when the room started
smelling of strong fart, of course I knew it was the accountant beside me
because I heard it well as much as he tried to squash the chair with constant
butt squeezing. But as the question echoed ‘who did that? It’s so
unprofessional’, oga beside me was the first to say ‘too bad.’ Help me o I knew
he was the one I wasn’t even telling, he should have just been quiet though
rather than speak.
INJUSCTICE 8: LET ME
LIE TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER: I was on the phone with my mechanic in August. ‘where are
you now’ ‘haa aunty if you come out of your gate it is me you will be seeing o,
traffic lo po’ when I stepped out of the gate, I saw people moving up and down
but the one person I wanted to see was not in sight. Would he faint if he just
says ‘aunty I am at Orile, but I will be there soon’ He had to make me feel
better by saying he was close while infact he made me feel a lot worse.
INJUSTICE 9: LET ME LIE
TO EAT MY CAKE AND HAVE IT: The worse happened in September. I started dating Moyo in March. The
speed at which I got over Mr Johnson was beyond me. Myself and Moyo were deep
in love, we loved the same things and got on just fine. Infact I had no doubts
that by my next birthday in November he would be one bended knees begging moi
to marry him, haa I have been too good to that man jare, even the economy can
testify because it was not a barrier to our love. One day he put an inscription
on His DM ‘F.L.O…. in my heart’. Of course that caught my eye and I asked what
it meant, he was quick to say Forever Loving Oluwatobi. Haaaa this man just
melted my heart. So you can imagine my frustration when he called me some weeks
back and broke up with me. Yes sir he broke up with me and on his DP he had a
picture of himself and a lady with DM reading Loving FLO since 2010. I went to
see the DP again I didn’t see the lady’s face because she backed the camera but
I saw her shirt and at the back was written FLORA. I couldn’t believe my MUGU
state so all that F.L.O wash was for Flora. Mogbe o. did his lips have to utter
lies to me?
There is the LET ME
LIE TO LOOK WEALTHY, but I have not had an encounter, maybe in October.
Little advice you better surrender before the economy humbles you. No one ever
has it all, we are to support one another in truth not lies.
Why do we always feel the need to say things we do not mean?
Why do we always feel the need to pretend?
Why do we always do injustice to people with the words of our
mouth?
How did it become increasingly difficult to tell people what
really is in our heart?
Why do we think that people can’t handle the truth?
Why do we think it is only a lie that can make others feel
better?
Why are we so afraid to just say the truth?
There is no law that says we have to talk. No law says we
have to compliment. No law says we must make people feel good in a lie. No law
says we must make people love a lie. The need to speak at all times, the need
to control every situation, the need to never have our hands fall, the need to
exploit people, the need to use people, is the reason why we constantly use our
lips unjustly saying what we do not mean and having our actions far from what
our lips utter.
Let’s take it one step at a time. Let’s be courageous, maybe
if we used our lips better, we would have less people getting their hearts
broken, less people wearing that not so nice dress, less people rushing into marriage,
less people having untrue friends. when
people go through so much stress, problems and heartache, it wouldn’t hurt to
comfort someone with the Sweet Truth from our lips. So next time you want to
use your lips be sure it is for the truth.
Let’s stop the injustice.
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