THE ELECTORATE

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By Esther Jeruto Koros

In the years of antiquity, began the inequity 

An electorate of two, and a nomination of two  

I stood as much chance, just as my opponent

And the counting, was all daunting

I lost to the incumbent, as the caucus determined

‘Your opponent, a full man  

And you, a wee man

Small by all means, albeit the suffrage right

Although your vote was one, and his as well

Yours though one, wants in apathy

His is one, brawny and not wan’

 I in sanguine bolster, conceded to the pollster  

Over twenty centuries, two voters seemed to compete  

Yet the ‘he’ triumphs, wrecking me in bigotry

But all hail! Just wait

Of moral nobility I boast, the Second Sex appends   

To applaud De Beauvoir, I once again recoup

The twenty third century trip, will all be my grip.     

 

© July 2020


Comments

  1. Unknown3 July 2020 at 18:49

    Thanks Sr. Esther. A good publication indeed about elections. Kongoi

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  2. Unknown3 July 2020 at 18:55

    Congrats dear.

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  3. Unknown3 July 2020 at 18:57

    Awesome👏👏 congrats@ sister esther

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  4. Nyabuti Peter Semba3 July 2020 at 19:03

    Awesome

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  5. Peter K Rotich3 July 2020 at 19:08

    👍🏾 Good one. Pongezi sana

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  6. Unknown3 July 2020 at 19:31

    Good one sister. Oongezi

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  7. Unknown3 July 2020 at 19:33

    Pongezi

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  8. Unknown3 July 2020 at 19:44

    You are a good scribe

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  9. Unknown3 July 2020 at 19:48

    Good one Esther, Thanks for sharing

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  10. Kosone3 July 2020 at 20:16

    Literary genius

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  11. Unknown3 July 2020 at 20:16

    Great! This, unfortunately, is the scenario.

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  12. Unknown3 July 2020 at 20:18

    A real reflection of what's happening in the society. Congrax my daughter.

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  13. Unknown3 July 2020 at 20:21

    Good one sister Esther..keep it up

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  14. Unknown3 July 2020 at 20:24

    Congrats dear keep on keeping on.

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  15. Unknown3 July 2020 at 21:04

    You are really a scribe

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  16. Unknown3 July 2020 at 23:26

    Wow congratulations ...👏👏👏 perfect

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  17. Unknown4 July 2020 at 08:48

    Relevant piece for Kenya

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  18. Unknown4 July 2020 at 08:49

    Keep up the good work

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  19. Unknown4 July 2020 at 09:15

    Good one Dr.

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  20. Unknown4 July 2020 at 13:03

    Congratulation , keep it up,

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  21. Unknown5 July 2020 at 13:04

    Great and creative indeed.. .congrats ..may God give you solomonic wisdom to enable you come Up with more...

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  22. Bennittes Kipyegon6 July 2020 at 17:18

    Nice piece Esther , it is a reflection of what is happening now

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  23. Unknown7 July 2020 at 20:52

    Ho no..The twenty third century.imagine this is real imagery of Kenyan politics. Congrats.

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