Okay, let’s see whether I can pull this off. I want to call it my two minute post. I woulda called it a one minute post but that woulda been pre…er, immature.
Looks like way back when (in 2005) I was hella excited by the prospect of having my voice heard, I went and had my finger dipped, nay pressed hard in an ink pad and got ready to vote, got ready, got impatient real bad, but when D-day came, something came up, ain’t that real sad? I musta felt that way coz till this week, I had no clue that I had a voter’s card.
Anywho… this time won’t be the same, I won’t lug around with the shame, the kind that came, then, when, I, didn’t get a chance to have a say, to stand tall with a purple thumb on that day, when I didn’t care what the person on the radio had to say, about the polls, and ignored the calls, till the ringing took its toll… I’ll be in that hall, standing in line waiting my turn, stomach excited…tummy starting to churn…
Someone suggested that my vote won’t count, maybe it won’t count for jack… well, maybe, but what if it does? What if you decided whether who leaves and who comes back? Kinda makes you wanna give a…..hoot.
Snap, my five minutes are coming to a close, I don’t know whether I’ve put across, the message I meant to, the idea that arose, anyway, come 2011 let us see how it goes, who knows, who can? Think on it… Think long and hard and when you are done, think some more and when the pessimism starts to rise, hit PAUSE.