The wash of colour that has invaded my television screen, the blast of microphones that is threatening my eardrum permanent exile and the many posters that have obscured my gate this few months is absurd. This massive avalanche of campaigns and lobbying was funny at first, serious after a while and now just tiring. They might sway a few but I am a dynamo of volition, I believe in making my own choice for what I believe in, a better life for me and the best for my children and their children. It begins with me in a queue and ends with me with an inked finger.
I will not vote for the outstretched hand on my gate and door because I have interacted with their smiling selves on paper. I am not coerced by overbearing presence that will not present me a better tomorrow. It might have worked in…
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