ME AND ELECTION
See how they exposed me. Under trees, on a wooden bench, I slept. Later, on a floor without a mat, Waiting for the D day After a humiliating night of restless sleep, Came the “National Service”. Scramble for electoral materials, I did with mixed feeling. As the sight of depreciated pickup van, Heralded the danger ahead INEC canned men and materials, To transport both to Wards, Where we were abandoned; At the mercy of politicians See how they exposed me. Politicians whom I was told to avoid, Became my messiah They took me from ward to unit, 7km distance Together with a potential eyewitness (POLICE) Sent to report a possible incident, Of my death, Or what? How secure is he to secure me? Thus, he turned to an observer In the electoral drama Yes, 8.45 AM announced my arrival. Polling clerk, I met. Polling agent withdrew, so I learned. With 1146 registered voters, And a shortage of personnel The stage was set Behold the multitude anxiously waiting, ...