The humid air in Okigwe usually carried the scent of roasting corn and red earth, but today, it tasted like static electricity. It was election morning, 2023, and the silence in seven specific wards was louder than any political rally.
Chidi stood in the center of Ward 4, his PVC clutched so tightly in his pocket that the plastic edges dug into his palm. He had been there since 6:00 AM. By noon, the only thing that had arrived at the polling unit was a wandering goat and a growing sense of dread. There were no green-and-white ballot boxes, no blue-vested officials, and certainly no ink pads. The humid air in Okigwe usually carried the
By evening, the local PDP headquarters in Imo State was a hive of frantic energy. The "Legitvibes" headline had already hit the wires, flashing across smartphone screens: He had been there since 6:00 AM
"They are not coming," a woman whispered beside him, her voice cracking the heavy midday heat. By evening, the local PDP headquarters in Imo