As I child I heard many Arabian tales about Jinns (pronounced #Jinnies). Jinns are spirits trapped in bottles that are mostly found at Sea shores. They are reported to grant any 3 wishes their finders ask before the fade away into thin air
And how I wished to find a Jinn. I had a thousand wishes but I could sure bottle them all into 3 wishes… 1. Never to die 2. All the money in the world 3. To stop aging at 21!
And how I pestered our parents for visits to the beach. On arrival whenever we were obliged, I never had fun with the rest of the kids. I just walked around looking for that bottle with my #Jinn!
Of cause, I never found one. There was none at Bar beach, Elegushi, Eleko. I even tried at Eleyele, I found no Jinny neither has anyone in the last 1,000 years.
To everyone out there looking for a date with #Jinn, I’d say perish the thought. And should you by any chance find one, don’t open the bottle. Throw it right back into the sea.
If it was so beneficent, it wouldn’t be imprisoned for a thousand years in a bottle, it would be feasting on Kings tables.
Nigeria, did you hear me? Throw it right back!
And where the #Jinn has you trapped in a bottle, break out. Send him back in his bottle on his way bottom of the sea where he belongs.
You don’t need to be anybody’s army to be relevant. You don’t need to be anybody’s thug to earn a living. You are #Citizens not #Slaves. Throw him right back!
We needn’t Jinns like this where systems work. We don’t want Jinns, give back our country!
We were here 30 years ago. It was the 1993 political crisis & I remember my father then a secondary school principal, faced with the options of either to #japa & get a life or #sink with the ship called 9ja.
He chose the first, took the academic route first to Germany and then to the USA where he still lives.
Exactly 30 years after ‘m faced with the exact same options… to #run&live or to #stay&sink