Voting in Berbera

                Voting in Berbera was not great. I thought things will go pretty smooth on the voting day, but I turned out to be wrong. The people acted childishly and everything went downhill. Now, I am getting ahead of myself; let me explain the whole situation. About half of the boys went to Berbera, after one of the students said that he will cover for our food and shelter if we vote for some guy. So we said ok and headed for Berbera. The main reason I went there was to go to the beach. I wasn’t interested in voting but I was going to do it because of my deal. However, what was about to happen would change everything.

            The first thing I didn’t like about this was where we were supposed to sleep. We had to sleep on mats outside a hut. The next tiring thing was we had to wake up early for the voting; we had to get a good spot on the voting line. So we went to voting place and joined the line. After waiting for about 2hours, the line finally started. Some people started chaos and started running towards the guards and at the gate. The guards fired guns and I ran away.

            I came back after 3hours. The line was longer then before and our school was on the end of the line. So, I joined the line. The sun was boiling hot even though it was just 8 in the morning, and the line seemed to never move at all. I saw the same people that voted come back to the line. Then I realized what they were putting on the people’s fingers. It was a blue thing that could be washed off. In this way people could vote about ten times.

            I finally left the voting after gunshots and trouble began. I was hungry too, so I left to go eat. I realized how non-democratic the voting was. After eating lunch, I decided to go to the beach, since after all I came to Berbera to have fun. I heard gunshots around the city and heard that some people got injured. After a tiring day, I had finally had fun at the beach. We left Berbera that night and after a tiring trip back to our school at about 4a.m. I will don’t want to ever vote in Berbera again because of what happened. I mean I could have or possibly died in those wild dilemmas.