i weep for my generation...

Dear diary,

Its my last day of writing letters, and am so sad...this morning, a group I belong to, conducted an election, and right under my nose, the election was manipulated...I am so unhappy.

So instead of writing you a letter diary, I am writing a poem.

I weep for my generation.
Where corruption is a uniform
And gangsterism is a culture
A generation that would kill itself
And maim others
A generation that sees the truth
Yet befriends lies

A generation that hates
Yet loves selfishly
I weep for my generation
That sees no further than power
And pleasure laced with gossip

A generation that instills injustice
And entertains deceit
A generation that hears
But it is deaf
A generation that embraces
Yet holds a knife to stab

I weep for my generation
A greedy, hungry generation
I weep...oh how I weep
For this generation
That dines with the devil
And drinks with GOD

I weep for a generation
That keeps shouting
Yet it is empty
I weep for the OBJs, Bankoles, and Abachas
Justice will come
No matter how late...

Diary, I weep aloud because I belong
Yet I do not want to be...
I weep...yes I weep
With no one to wipe away my tears....

Mylipsrsealed...yet they quiver

LIGHTS!!! CAMERA!!! STRIKE A POSE!!!

Dear diary,

Yesterday was an important day...I had a photo shoot titled WENGTTA with a couple of gorgeous models...I directed the shoot, and trust me na diary...I took a few pictures myself!!! I am a model too...only in dat situation, I was a photo director!!!

I was inspired by the strike...I wanted to show the Nigerian situation...the insolence of the racist rich in NIGERIA and the humility yet bitterness of the poor...so WENGETTA means 2 standing...the rest crouching...

Oh diary, you should have been there...it was a glamorous shoot...I worked with to be top models and I loved every single moment!!!

Can you imagine? I posted some behind the scene footage, and some of my friends were in doubt over my pictures...my own PICTURES!!!! Hissss...ok maybe, I don't always look that glammed except during photo shoots...

Who has time to be fixing eyelashes???

Only my future boyfriend can make me look all glam...of course he will pay...

Ewooo...diary..Val is almost here...no show yet o...I tire, where them boys@???

So WENGETTA was a beautiful success...Thank God!!!

Now editing begins...*deep sigh*

The photographer was very stubborn...pissed me off!!! Naughty boy...simple instructions, he can't take...big head!!!
Abeg diary I am tired...see you in the light of day...

Mylipsrsealed...I am too tired to move them sef...

P.S. When the pictures are out...you won't see them o diary...I am putting them on wordpress, my new blogfriend....don't hate o...Pele..

Phew...nice to meet you wordpress...mylipsrsealed..

Dear Blogger/Google,

During your few days of unfaithfulnes, I met someone else...his name is wordpress...I know I promised to stay 4eva...which I plan to anyway, it is just that you left me when I needed you the MOST!!!

I am cheating on you o..just thought I should let you know...my new blog is called mylipsrsealed@wordpress.com...

Feel free to go ahead and check on your competition...see if I care..

Anyway I don't plan to write much on ma new blog...just pictures so RELAX...I can already see the wrinkles forming around your eyes...na wa o I didn't know you liked me that much!!!

So I have to go now...remember to stay faithful now o

Or I will meet another person again...and this time I won't be so 4giving!!!

Mylipsrsealed...if you like, don't close your mouth...mosquito will just enter...hisss..

The diary of a single working girl...

Dear diary,

I am not so sure how I feel about this morning..

Ok..I just saw some very HOT dudes now so I guess it is going to be a good day...*winks*

Diary...

My BIS has expired, my internet bills need to be paid...I need a pedicure, and facials...I can't seem to finish my date with Lenin...really the single life is overrated because. I am pretty sure if I had a BF...my entire 'problem' would be solved...

I put up a request for sugar daddies...NOBODY applied!!! (Insult of the highest order) apparently I over estimated my sex appeal...even Jonathan did not apply...I can bet all my money (that I am managing) that I am hotter than Dame Patience...his loss anyway...

Diary, how on earth am I going to foot all these bills??? Almost forgot I also need a new wardrobe...pyjamas specifically..

I guess I have to make a decision about what to spend my hard-earned cash on... Thank God I passed economics in school...oh boy!!! This is going to be extremely tough...

Diary, Its nearing the end of january, and I am yet to meet cute guys that will val me o...na wa for 2012...simple request, it can't even grant....hisssss

I am tired of talking about fuel wahala but I have no choice...diary...can you imagine? Today, I have spent nearly 500 naira on transport...if I have to spend like that everyday...phew...I better start buying rubber sandals to trek...Leggedis benz please...

So with all of these responsibilities, I guess I now understand why being single is not a very good choice...tomorrow,I am putting on extra make-up, a gown that will stick to my skin like glue, and a smile even when I am sleeping in the bus..you never know who is who...I am taking everything personal because I must have a boyfriend by the end of the week...by force, by fire.

No more am waiting for Mr. Perfect...I am going to grab the next available rich guy, no matter how he looks...if he is married, then I will grab the next guy after him...married guys don't really appeal to me...I wouldn't want a small, thin legged girl kissing my husband so I won't do it to someone else...

I hope I don't sound desperate sha dear diary...its just...well I don't know...I need to foot these bills...
As if I don't have enough responsibilities..my friend's birthday is on saturday...urrrgh!!!

Why did his mum choose january now??? Anytime from march would have been good...

I will not let all these thoughts kill me...

My boss is calling me...gotta go diary...hold on a second...come to think of it...my boss is kind of cute, in a yoruba way, he is single, a bit old but who cares?...(maybe he is a die hard bachelor)...hmmm...diary are you thinking what I am thinking???...*secret smile*....official rules be damned!!!

Mylipsrsealed...

P.S. I hope my boss can seal his lips too...

should I or should I not...

Hey every1,

I have this amazing idea to write a book to all the men in my life who have in one way or the other contributed to my being...its so exciting...but I am nt so sure the people I am going to be writing about will be as excited...
So what do you guyz think...should I go ahead and write or should I hold on till I have am entire memoir!!!

I have an exciting photoshoot coming up soon...yay!!!

Mylipsrsealed...#walk2geda

Another letter?....Dear NLC versus FG

Dear NLC versus FG,

Can I start by stating the obvious...which is...I know none of you care about me or other Nigerians...it is just that NlC knows how to pretend, FG on the other hand...you need to take a few acting tips from NLC...

Now, back to my letter...

Ehmm, I should have written this letter last week but I couldn't charge my phone...why? Because FG is playing deaf and NLC is playing dumb...its like a game my friend and I play called the 'oh..ha' game...so PHCN, that doesn't function normally on a good day, now has a good excuse to not function at all...great!!!

Ok now my letter,

NLC please don't get me wrong...I know you are fighting for me...at least that is what it looks like..I also know that you have created a lot of opportunities for me and some other Nigerians to groove...(Ojota concert/carnival)....its just that...I am not entirely excited sitting at home...hungry...cranky...edgy...(I have run out of rhymes)...but you get my point right NLC???

Seriously.. back to the letter,

FG, do you know that some Nigerians are literally occupying the streets?...putting their beds outside..isn't that funny?...ha ha ha...*serious face* ok, I know it is not fuuny to you because I hear you lost about a trillion naira while Nigerians were busy occupying?...sorry sha...I know Jonathan wanted to use that money to buy lunch for his family...

FG, can I offer you some advice? I'll tell you anyway... maybe..if you listen to NLC, we will return to our different occupations and lifestyles. I am pretty sure, you miss all the small commissions you get every now and then cheating me and other Nigerians.
Although, now that I think of it...I am almost certain WE people are not likely to stop our demands at 65 naira alone...now that we know how much we are exploited daily...we are not so happy with you FG...as a matter of fact...WE ARE VERY PISSED at you.

'Oyinbo' people always accuse we 'Omo dudus' that we are not informed, and that is killing us...well we are very informed now o...So Jonathan and FG...please..the war has just started...I have gone to the market, and I am ready like other NIgerians for another week...(When my money finishes, I am moving in with Wole Soyinka or Don Jazzy...#occupysomewhere)

Anyway NLC dearie, I heard your meeting with FG didn't end well again...it is alright...don't cry o...we are ready for another week of doing absolutely nothing...yes we are ready to occupy Nigeria..Nothing...our streets...anything...

We Nigerians are ready to walk together..no matter how far or how sunny the weather is... Okay?...#occupyNigeria

I am tired of writing this letter that I know you won't read so I am off to bed...Goodnight NLC versus FG...I pray the bedbugs bite you FG...very very hard...so you can DIE or Somethjng...I am joking o..please don't send aunty Ngozi to come and beat me or remove subsidy from my sleep ( I no wan die abeg)

P.S. Fellow Nigerians *in my Abacha voice*... Please if you are bringing out your house furniture again this week...remember to bring an extra bed...I am hoping to pay you a visit...#occupysomething

Mylipsrsealed...xoxo

Finally....

good news every1...finishd ma date w Camara Laye...beautiful book...

Strange but beautiful

Now its time 2 av dinner with Lenin...I know its a lil early 4 dinner bt its Lenin so....Roll in the Russian dishes

Yeah Baby!!!

Mylipsrsealed...

...we will walk together....

Movies half of the time dont lie (I am not saying this because I am in the industry)...have u ever seen a muvie where a rich girl finally sees who her friends her after she becomes broke temporarily,...yeah that rich girl would be me...except I don't need to be broke 2 realise who my real friends are...thank God.

I am taking time and space 2 say thank you 2 a friend who said 2 me...'we will walk together'...

What makes this statement so special is the time it was said...you see, my friend said this to me today when the riot around my house was getting nasty, and unnecessarily dramatic. I needed to step out and get something(Mylipsrsealed) that was very important.

SkD said...chill for me... we will walk together.

SKD, U decided 2 walk with me when fear stopped others...Thank you.

I wonder if this is the spirit we have as NIGERIANS during these trying times??...the true bond that makes us all say...WE WALK TOGEHTHER...if it isnt the kind of spirit binding us...wouldn't we rather accept that a bond stronger than us has spoken...#ENDTHESTRIKE

BUT if we (Nigerians) are like my friend, then I say...PUSH HARDER...as long as we walk together...

#occupyNigeria...yes...

Do we walk together in these times?....I don't have an answer...

Mylipsrsealed..

PUT IN THE HARDWORK

Hi every1,
So my friend finally wrote and I love the write-up...pls read and let me know what you think...
Check my post on his blog...www.itayemi.com


The stuff below is my take on certain issues. Despite the fact that I quote from the good book, what I have written below is not necessarily Gospel Truth: I say the same thing Paul said in 1 Corinthians 11:16: "But if any man seem to be contentious, we have no such custom, ..."
So, I am writing about our tendency to subjugate work to faith. Let's take me as an example for a moment. I am sure that like the average person, I have a lot of regrets. Some of them avoidable. For example, I lost a good job because I didn't put in the hardwork. Yes, I prayed, but like someone said, prayers and such things (e.g., fasting) don't change God; they make us better people. Now, I could say I will do better next time, but unfortunately, like many things in life, there isn't going to be a next time exactly like that one, as they say, life has no re-takes.
Don't you wonder why the bible says to put the works of your hand before God, and not your plans/desires/wishes/dreams (Proverbs 16:3) because He expects us to do some of the heavy lifting!
So a lot of us sit back and expect miracles, which is why we are where we are today: the unbelievers have got everything God promised us while we continue to twiddle our thumbs and expect manna from heaven. Why is this? Because those same unbelievers as we think of them, have not (or have no reason to) misinterpret the good book: they chose to grab life by the throat and choke the goodies out of it!
Now, don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with hope. But we subconsciously or otherwise base our progress completely on it. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think as we don't know God's miracle schedule, we better get off our behinds and get doing.
You can definitely interpret the previous verse as "God helps those who help themselves"
I believe in miracles, but let's face it. Very few people are going to get the obvious kind of miracle which we call miracles (in the meantime, several miracles are bombarding us daily just like UV rays). If you wake up anyday and you are able to get up, that's a miracle right there. We take it for granted until it becomes impossible (which it will be if we live long enough). Now, maybe such things shouldn't be termed miracles, since God has decreed it to be so from the foundation of the world.
Now, let's go back to the "true" miracles. Why are we not experiencing it like the bible appears to indicate is possible (notice, I didn't say promise, since it's conditional)
My answer is this: God created the universe, with all its laws (chemistry, physics, etc). Set everything on a roll (and most especially since Adam sinned)and decided to let it "roll" with little interference from Him. Now, we do not know the mind of God (except as He reveals it), so apart from when (which probably appears random to a lot of folks) He decides to interfere here and there, the only way we can (appear) to force His hand is to have faith when asking for something. Now since we all pray like prayer is going out of fashion and nothing happens (I know some people are going to say I should speak for myself), it begs the question: "are there really any believers (including the clergy) with at least a mustard-size amount of faith?" Afterall, even Jesus wondered if he would find any true believers on his return (Luke 18:8b)
So if our faith isn't strong enough to cut it, we better roll up our sleeves and put our shoulders into it! Then maybe, just maybe, apart from the "natural" law of planting and reaping, He may just decide to multiply our effort with a little miracle!

...Tunde itayemi nd I

1st day of strike...8.00am

Mornin every1,

I have been nurturing an idea since yday...wanna hear?

I am going to be cross blogging wt a senior colleague of mine today (he writes...I post...I write...he posts)...he is one of da most talented bloggers in 9jaria..He is also a very good friend!!!

Since we can't move...we can at least write...

Hopefully by da end of 2day...you all would get 2 c it...excited?..I know I am...

The child in me...you nko?

I am in a mushy mood tonight...so I thought ill share it with every1...no  letters for now...

There are so many things I miss about childhood...wanna hear?
I will tell you anyways...

The child in me
wishes for that time when everything was received and given in Love

The child in me
wishes for the time when everything wasn't so complicated...No strike...no nothing


The child in me misses those days when boys saw me as a friend not a plaything...

The child in me misses the time when love was so simple and beautiful
when it wasn't laced with bitterness, deep pains, and regret...

The child in me misses the time when I didn't have to worry about what to eat, and how to take care of other people, other than myself...

The child in me misses the time when crushes would cause my heart to flutter

The playful child in me misses throwing papers at friends during classes...laughing at teachers who piss us off

Oh...how I miss...the time, when the only thing I had to cry over were strokes of cane not loss of friends or people I hold dear...

I guess what I miss most about childhood is laughter, love undefined, true friendship, and my not having to work so much...ha ha ha

What do YOU miss  about your childhood?


P.S. to those who make me miss the child in me......mylipsrsealed...



I MISS THE CHILD IN ME...Gudnyt everyone...

Dear strike

Dearest? Strike,

I know you are best friends with Nigeria...both of you probably have sleep overs at each other's place...which is what friendship really entails...abi now? Strike, please if it is okay with you...could you please break up with Nigeria because I am now on talking terms with her. I know it is non of your business but please you have had Nigeria to yourself for a long time...maybe it is time you let her actually meet other people like me, peace, agreement, etc...

Nigeria has been chatting about your forthcoming visit on monday...please strike, could you just not come?...I know you miss Nigeria but believe me, she is better and happier without you. I know we all look out for our friend's happiness so I am sure, you want Nigeria to be happy. She is excited that you are coming but when she sees that I am not looking..her eyes are dim and I swear to you strike (even though I am a christian and swearing is a sin), I can almost see tears falling down her eyes..but she is such a strong person, she holds them back.

Strike, please Nigeria is celebrating a new season in her life (new year), so, could you please just give her a present. Rather than coming, send petrol instead...pls ensure He comes at 39 naira per litre...please...I know we have never really met since I have been in school and all. Well, I am now part of the Labour market so if you visit, I am likely to feel your presence....I already can feel your 'upcoming visit'..there is no power supply...food is expensive...money is scarce...Imagine if you eventually vist...chei!!!...I beg of you..stay where you are...

Strike, please send hunger to all the people in power who do not know the agony of living day to day unsure of what tomorrow might hold...or what food to eat...I know you have already packed your bags so rather than unpacking, why don't you visit BOKO HARAM...I know he misses you...He speaks so fondly of you and your brother silence...maybe you could take him along too!!!!

I have to go now strike because Nigeria is talking to me again about your visit...and you know how nervous she is, besides, my battery is low since there is no power supply...please grant my requests...thank you for reading.

Yours truly..
Mylipsrsealed

P.S. When I was younger, whenever I felt trouble looming, I would squeeze my eyes tight and ask God to take away the trouble. In exchange, I would promise to love and serve Him better....now, with tears in my eyes, I squeeze them shut...and I ask...please God take away the trouble in Nigeria...I promise to love you more...Amen...

#OCCUPYNIGERIA...in my own way...

The cost of ignorance

When I am not writing letters, I am laughing at situations...

May I just say that I have suffered in the hands of ignorance one too many times, so, telling this story is not to laugh. at the subject of the story but to generally laugh at the tricks ignorance plays on us, even without us knowing...

Midweek service,

So, my pastor decides to ask everyone in church how they are coping with the fuel subsidy issue...listen to the conversation that went on between him and a church member

Pastor- madam, how much are you selling a small keg of kersosene now, with the recent change in fuel price?

Church member- slightly above 650...around 700naira...still the same price

P- ehn ehn...even with petrol selling at 146 naira

C.M-(Eyes widened, nostrils flared, as if she just realises her lack of knowledge) uhmm..still the same price pastor.

P- okay, that is very good ...keep it up.

After service...same woman now talking to her youngest child

C.M- idowu...as soon as we get home...please inform our customers that the prices have changed, a small keg is now 850 naira... (Pidgin) if they no wan buy, mak they go use firewood...

I couldn't stop laughing, when I heard the stern instructions she passed to her daughter...you see, most times, our ignorance costs us the most valuable yet little things in life...I speak from experience...painful ones...

P.S. All of these dialogue was in yoruba (Nigerian)...

Please do what you must to stay informed.

( A friend of mine just travelled to the north today despite the warnings from BOKO haram...all part of ignorance)


Tell me your story and let's laugh together...till then Mylipsrsealed

Dearest Professor Pat Utomi (Part 1)

Dear Pat Utomi,

Sir, you see it isn't that we do not want to gear up in this generation...da 20s nd 30s..it is just that we have no identity as a whole (I might decide to go into the details in the other letters)...I speak for myself and, maybe a few others when I say..right from my university days when Lecturers thought time would stand still while they went on strike, holding lots of students' futures to ransom, using us to 'deal' with the very deaf or ignorant government under the umbrella of Asuu, I have lost a great deal of interest in the nation' affairs..why would I bother with a nation that isn't interested in educating me? All I wanted was to get out of school, get a job that pays me enough to take care of me and my family (my mum nd my sisters), marry a man who is wise enough to stay out of government issues BUT clever enough to eat out of the national cake, that frankly I am very suprised it hasn't finished...with all the gluttons feasting on it. So you see, all I wanted was to survive...applying one of Charles Darwin's theory called..survival of da fittest.

Now, that Boko Haram,the president, Buhari, IBB, Atiku, and the rest of the power hungry pack have connived and they are hell bent on obstructing my survival..I have no choice than to speak out.

I have just one question for you professor...when are we going to adapt the Jerry Rawlings style, and kill who needs to be killed so I and others in this country can live a peaceful, petroleum trouble free, bomb free, religious bigotry free life? When sir?...

P.s. I am expecting a reply sir...

Till you say something...mylipsrsealed

Me, myself nd 2012

Happy nw year every1,

I have decided 2 kip myself, nd mayb U, very busy wit Books...av just ended a journey into Kwame Nkrumah's life through the eyes of Genoveva Kanu...his most trusted female frend...nw am having a very strange lunch with Camara Laye...da main course is called...The radiance of the King...I can't wait to see who I will be having dinner with...Lenin perhaps?..yum...I love Russian dishes...(I must confess ds line of readin is triggered by da recent happenings in Nigeria...subsidy removal et al)

What about you? Which writer is going 2 b ur 1st date in 2012? Can't wait 2 hear 4rum u nd see who u r chillin wt.

P.S. After I finish my date with Lenin, am moving on 2 cosmopolitan magazines or ny oda...xoxo

U knw mylipsrsealed...