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THE GREEN BOTTLE ASHORE

The Green Bottle Ashore

It’s payday, August 2021. Sill in my green work-coat, on my get-away trail.

A walk through an unfamiliar path, away from the socioeconomic brouhahas and community palavers.

I found this green bottle, with a note and twenty-five rock encrusted gold rings.

Until this moment, notes in bottles were offshore fairy-tales.

 

The striking glitterier tells me the green bottle was tided from afar.

The bottle’s medieval structure and half-buried position tells of a smooth cognac.

If only I had gone the other way. Maybe, just maybe.

 

Uncertain but determined, I greased the rusty bottle to get the lid off.

What a beauty to behold, the sun illuminates the full ecstatics of the treasures.

The green bottle’s aromatic compounds brought with it peace and hope.

To “The Speaker, The Green Chamber”, one of the envelopes was addressed. “Please open”, the other carefully sealed and enclosed shiny nylon envelope thus directs:

 

“Dearest friend, I am very pleased to meet you.

I am a sailor of a crude cargo ship, I have sailed twenty-five times this route but this is my last, I lost my best friend, my world is empty.

All I have seen through out my years of sailing here is nature’s best: endowed, green, beautiful land; wealthy, warm and happy people.

Having been enchanted by the captivating tales of the distinct of this land, my wife came with me to explore.

For three weeks we were both happy until she felt ill, it was fatal. I lost her to malaria; She won’t allow the doctors treat her, she so loves it here and was happy to die here.

Ogbanje, a dreaded water spirit is what the people blamed. No, it isn’t a water spirit, it is malaria parasite.

As I return her remains to our children and clan, I need you to carry out this last wish for me, it’s a message you have to deliver.

 It is a matter of national interest. Information contained here, is a secret. A wrong that must be stopped.

In green, please take the other note to the Green Chamber, present it to the house and tell them to keep up the good job.

Run this errand and keep the diamonds; be careful, it is worth a lot.

PaPa

Patrick Paul

September 5, 1921.

 

Dear Sir Paul, thank you for reaching out. I will do as you asked and with these gems my clan certainly will behold the beauty, you beheld.

However, in this island of penurious angry people, all I see is a mashed oil spilled-shore with dots of beautiful rainbow-coloured bottles, floating in dirty waters that once habours fishes and other aquatic creatures.

Anyway here I am, dressed in  a Green three-piece Suit, waiting for a Green Cab, to take me to the Green Chamber. Hopefully the Cab Driver will know where it is located….

 

 

 

 

 

Published by Avoswahi

I am a Media and Public Relations Professional. I am a Motivator. I am a Simple and easy going, a happy Person. I appreciate books, music, movies and other creative works. I am Committed to positively impacting the world. I am a Nigeria! I am simply a healing soul, on a quest to create beautiful 🥰 moments and memories of hope, laughter and faith. Hoping to learn and share. I love life, faith, arts, communication, music, books, family, freedom, peace, grace, fashion, writing, photography, colours, architecture, Construction, plants…. Now you know, my list is endless 😂.

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