After Elections Drivel

I wonder what it'll be like after the elections.... I wouldn't dare predict who will win or what the deal will be since when my eyes are closed and my fingers crossed, though I know what the outcome will be, I still hope for the sensationally impossible to happen. Who knows, I've heard of miracles happening before Christmas, but I wouldn't put my money on it even if there is a high power's hand at play. Bob Magube is a good example of how one can even cheat fate when the stars are against him.

I wonder what bloggers around the world will write about, since the last six months has been a bombardment of pre- and post- elections jitters and jeers? How will friends who stood on opposite sides act towards one another when the final judgement is displayed on TV? Will we be consumed by hatred for an unfair system, our none the wiser counterparts or will we civilly move on with our lives in the hope of a better electoral next time? Will the crime rates soar or be distiguished? Though my friends and I are planning to have a smokefest after we vote, to dumb down the nerves and block out the bureaucracy during what will be the longest day in South African history, how will we feel once it all comes to an end. Will Thursday be a joyous day or will we carry rocks of agitation on our backs.

I wonder what it'll be like just seconds after the announce the result? Will people change the channel to the evening movie or will they get drunk to drown their sorrows? A country without a fight anymore, will the news broadcast talk of angry mob voters looting villages and empty townsman be racking young girls or will there be a sense of achievement felt by the majority who truly believe that they made the right choice. Will their be guilt? Will that guilt eat away at the moon? Will eyes stare at the moon hoping that their votes could have been different? I don't know, but I hope for my sake and yours that Thursday the 23 is a day easily forgotten. I hope that Thursday the 23 begins as a normal day of business and learning that of arguments and yearning. I hope that peace will settle upon us with no regret as a venture into the dark abyss of resentment may be too much a blunder for Africa to muster.

These are just wondering moments, with no particular direction at all....