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We are entering the political season where wailing and gnashing of teeth officially kicks in, allowed even by the constitution and the holy writ.
Seated under fading bedside lamps, ducking strands of soot hanging from rafters, scribes are busy coming up with the most potent fake promises all night long which their masters, the kings of double speak and deceit who we have learnt to adore, will be distributing to the electorate before the polls of next year.
Development plans are being drafted by village ragamuffins who have never seen the inside of a classroom or the backside of a teacher, and the needle they shall use to inject hallucinogens into our brains is still being sanitized.
They are also seeking public pity. And pity they shalt find.
