A Scene At A Polling Booth
The Election Day this year was full of excitement. My school was one of the polling centres. There was feverish activity on the booth. The rush of voters was increasing gradually. There were cars, minihuses and rickshaws used by different candidates to bring voters from their homes. This was, of course, wrong but nobody seemed to mind. There were also stalls where free soft drinks were offered to the voters and sympathizers. The polling officer enquired from the voters their names and other particulars recorded in the electoral roll. He also verified every voter’s identity card before issuing the ballot paper. Before casting the vote, an indelible ink mark was put on every voter’s left forefinger. Polling was brisk especially in the afternoon and the booths were closed exactly at 5 p.m. Luckily there was no unhappy incident. I returned home tired but satisfied.


