The exit of a bad leader in Janikish

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t felt like the beginning of the end as the results of the elections were announced. The sound of jubilation and relief filled the air as the natives ran out of their houses and to the streets. Loud music played from old stereos of the taxis parked at the roadside and the indigenes of the land danced rythmlessly to the music from the stereos.

The youths of the land ran out of their favourite local bars and drinking corners to the billboards nearby, mockingly dancing and screaming at the face of the man on the billboard. The face that brought them tears and sorrow. The face that intimidated the people rather than protect them. This was the King of Janikish town.

As the newscaster concluded the news, some excited youths made caricatures on the campaign posters of the man that fuelled their anger while some youths tore-up the campaign posters on the walls nearby.

The chaos was a happy one. Free drinks were given to the regular customers of bars and they chanted a victory song as they emptied their beer mugs.

Children ran on the streets with torn pieces of the campaign posters on their foreheads. They laughed joyfully at the men that danced on the streets and their mothers watched from the balcony of their homes. Old women joined in the chant with tears of joy in their eyes.

Certainly, there were a few groups of individuals who stood and watched the chaos with a look of disappointment. The man that bribed them and helped feed their families was no longer in power. These were the traitors in the land of Janikish. They helped empty the town’s treasury and imposed laws that hurt the Janikish people. These set of individuals hid in their homes when the results were announced and some of the powerful ones amongst them were still converged at the King’s palace. Their countenance certainly did not stop the celebration which had gotten more intense.

The famous entertainment centre in the town had declared its bar open for free drinks for a duration of two days. This entertainment centre known as, “Funiquor” is till date the largest drinking spot in Janikish. It attracts a large amount of tourists and is a very beautiful place most especially at night. A lot of activities go on in Funiquor at night such as comedy shows, music shows and a lot of dancing. The skimpily clad makossa dancers shake their slim waist to high life music each night to entertain the customers.

As the news of “Free Drinks! All Fun” at Funiquor spread across the land, people rushed to the entertainment centre to celebrate the exit of a bad leader and the entrance of the new King who was “the King of the people”.

This was their chosen leader. The man they voted for. The man the people loved. The man they wanted. He built boreholes in the town and had provided electricity for the people of Janikish. He provided free education for their children. He always wore a smile on his face and was ever ready to support any project that was beneficial to the Janikish people. He was to them, the great son of the soil.

The celebration of the exit of political imprisonment created unity amongst the people of Janikish town and brought merry to the land. They all kept their glasses filled for as long as they could and the celebration went on for days. This was a celebration of good things to come. It was a celebration of a new dawn for Janikish.

- By Sylvia Chika

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