I felt a sense of dread as I entered the polling station. Who else wouldn’t? This was the day of the big election, and tensions were high. The tantrums and curses from each side had set the stage for yet another deadly-fierce political drama.
As I cast my vote, I couldn’t help but wonder what the outcome would be. Would the country move forward with progress and equality, or would it once again be thrown into chaos and corruption?
As the votes were counted, the room grew tense. The two sides were neck and neck, and it seemed like the election could go either way.
Suddenly, one of the candidate’s supporters burst into the room, shouting that their candidate had won by a landslide. The other side cried foul, claiming the election had been rigged.
As the chaos erupted, I felt a sense of hopelessness. It seemed like the future of the country was in jeopardy, and that the election had only served to divide the people even further.
But then, something unexpected happened. The two candidates stepped forward and announced that they had agreed. They had decided to work together, putting aside their differences for the good of the country.
The room erupted in cheers, and I felt a sense of hope. But just as I was about to bask in the hopeful feeling, I woke up. It was just a dream, but the hope lingered. I couldn’t help but believe that, since my mind had dreamed of it, it was possible. One day, the key players in African politics would put aside their differences and work for the betterment of their people. And until that day comes, let’s keep sounding the drums of unity, dreaming, and hoping for a victorious Africa. Yes, we can!
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Read – Hope for Azania – A Flash Fiction by Ngemntu Vuyokazi, South Africa
