Whispers picked the pace, and in seconds, whistles and angry words started spreading all over the stadium. In the midst of the crowd, was armed army men, geared up with helmets, bullet proofs and a bandolier tied around their torso. Clouds preceded the events and anyone could predict the day judging by the drastic change in weather conditions.
"Education is our best weapon, and today we are a civilized nation, communities are developed because of your participation in democracy! In my reign, there have been some developments like..." the president didn't finish up, stones filled up the air coupled with cries of, "You are a thief!" "We won't pay those high taxes." "What does our money do?" "We need jobs!"
In the stadium, was a crowd of the brave, but thousands in numbers so exhausted of the sitting government. Dialogue was requested but that was not the plan, although the president had mastered the art of preparedness. Our pockets were full of gravels and as much as I didn't know which way the wind blows, my first move was to fish out my natural bullets.
Commotion birthed violence and in what seemed like togetherness lost its meaning. 'Everyone for himself' would be the best advice for anyone at that moment, and the struggle to leave the stadium was my new found dream. As I tried to squeeze my body through the crowd, my expectations were frozen and in a spun of a second everyone around me was lying over each other on the ground.
Adrenaline had been kick started after the rare sound hated by all started occupying the vicinity. I tried to grasp a glimpse of where the sound of bullets was originating but got slapped with the perplexion of my life. Snipers were all over the surroundings parked and ready to collect lives on an order.
"No president!" 'No president!" was the sound still emanating from the crowd as if bullets were spongy balls. I was scared to hell and seeing people not afraid of their lives got me rethinking. How we were going to leave the stadium was not a known move. Brave people decided to get up and walk towards the government officials regardless of how ready the armed men were.
Bullets were still flying in the air but not targeting the people until we came close to the shade where president was hidden. That's when the angel of death started harvesting souls, one of us had his brains scattered on the red carpet, quite traumatizing to see but sarcastically that incident rejuvenated the people's energy .
It got messy, people were murdered, government officials were hurt, smell of blood perfumed the air, lifeless bodies scattered all over the stadium. We ran towards any exit we could find and they couldn't just stop shooting.
