PRESTON.
I sat down on the cliff... Where I sat months ago with my girlfriend looking at the city....But now the air wasn't divine and the city was inglorious....The beautifully architectural design of building and pavement were covered in dark smoke and stench of death......
It had been raining for days now... I lost track of what happened during that election day.... You see the two antagonists groups were just chanting and dancing.... It was on TV .... The whole world was glued to the large silver and black headlines on their screens...." Kenya decides....
It was barely few hours after polling stations to open that sur names immediately started to matter...And those who didn't like the spelling of your second name simply did not like your existence......
Far away but not too far.... Military tanks and amphibious were matching....The heavy metal jackets on the streets of major cities.... Those that were lucky fled to their rurals quarter and sunk in prayers..... The rest of us were busy hoping....
The Flickr on could see from a far is the bright red yellow amber flame consuming with pleasure what it is that it consumes.....I swear I don't know who the president is.... I swear I don't know which party won.... I lost track of time too.... The whole atmosphere was filled with stenches of dead and dying screams..... It was tainted with the foul aroma of decays human souls....
I opted to jump off the cliff.... But I feared if I survived... I would not write history on borrowed pen and paper.... The dark smoke filled the sky and you could barely see the stars.... The one glorious land.... Became a battlefield of a fight we never knew..... The little joke we played online because an ugly ordeal offline.....It was too late.... I remember seeing n.korea sending food relief....
©Hurt_Surgeon2017®
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