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BIRTH OF DEMOCRACY

Coitus for democracy happened during the promulgation of the second Constitution
From the look of things fertilization was successful
This pregnancy is very painful
Unfortunately we can't tell the length of gestation
It has been more than ten years since the journey began
But the bump has not even lifted the abdomen of governance
We don't know what is happening
This pregnancy is threatening to abort
Spontaneously or from induction of political activities
Devolution is the umbilical cord that feeds our hope
But it is being reaped from the spirit that inspired the desire for this great progress
We hold our breath for the gestation to be completed
I am told only one coitus counts
The rest is a pass time
We just have to sit with bated breath
I hope democracy is born in my life time
Painfully the journey still looks long on this bumpy roads
This nation is nursing its pregnancy
I hope it is strong enough to rise to the occasion

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