Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Vans were everywhere
Good vans
Burnt vans
Blood was everywhere
Bodies were everywhere
I shivered

What happened?
How did this happen?
When did this happen?
What is even happening?

The stall the shop
Mother
Sister
Fear gripped me

As I approached the shop
Tears clouded my sight
There on the rice lay mum
I shook her
But she was gone

Still shivering I looked around
My jaw dropped
That was my sister’s head!
Couldn’t move
Ah! Ah! Ah!
I fell and wept

It was only minutes ago
5 minutes to be precise
Left to the public poo
With my radio and earpiece
Then the result was mentioned
Election result

I began to run home with the tears
Commotion was everywhere
Bullets were flying around
People were dropping dead
I kept running
Rejoicing had turned into running
With arrival of the vans...


That was four years ago
Life has been bleak
Have been wishing for death
Another opportunity came
Or so I thought
But He didn’t let it
Then I realized
Maybe there’s a reason I lived...

This is a fictional story of a person who witnessed post-election violence and wished for death thereafter. What then is the solution for this? Accepting defeat like our immediate past president did? What if it was clearly rigged or manipulated, should one just accept the wrong done? What is the solution to avoiding post-election violence in Nigeria from either party?


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