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
If I take the first option, it is certain my own children would be twitting in another 30years lamenting about pitiable condition ‘the place called home’. To take the 2nd option would be outrightly foolish but I see a 3rd path…
To stay&fight for the freedom of my country, trusting God to guide and amplify my every effort alongside the those of others that He will raise for the salvation of Nigeria. I see us win!!
And should we fail, at least we would have moved from running away to confronting our #Goliath.
Don’t sit on the fence my friend, if you have to leave, go but don’t leave us with it.
If you choose to stay, don’t fold your arms and mouth until we have been consumed by #Enemy. Your little stone can be the game changer.
I came for a #NewNigeria, ain’t going home without it!
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!