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39 Election fragments Speak to me Yamasoukourou Basilica devoted to worship Architecture resounding with fear and greed Love, money and robbery stand Piled one onto the other While Bouake basks in nature’s threads In castoff zinc houses lining sandy and dusty roads Is this Africa – Dubreka is quiet and dark on election night I can hear neither her voice nor her music Only aluminium drills and hiccoughs As we scurry for candles and aladdin lamps For why has power outage happened only now-Boxes emptied and cast ballots on the table Ballots which determine whether change will occur Change that determines Africa’s future! But the bare-footed lady in Antsirabe Traipsed some twelve miles, ballot box in hand Having vowed to make her voice heard She was all for change, yes change! Madam President of the polling station She believed change was non-negotiable And it was about time too!! That set us all roaring, each clamoring for audience So yes her shoed husband by her side ensured her safety Recalled happenings of nearby eras When men ruled and had prominence Or thought they did, but we knew better. ...