As the new MP resumed his seat, loud echoes cut across the
water and the dam wall in ovation. His speech was brief but memorable.
Since he held a higher office in government and his party, Minister Burombo was popular for his speeches. He was gifted with a powerful, resonating voice which had won him more than just fame and respect. Above all, he had commissioned bigger projects, much bigger than a mere bridge.
He heaved his huge frame to the podium, cleared his throat and chanted the clichéd slogan, simultaneously punching his big fists into thin air. The mammoth crowd, including those gathered across the bridge, just went wild. Loud whistling and ululation hugged the air.
While Burombo was doing what he enjoyed best, his aide-de-camp restlessly ran his fingers through the Minister's carry-case. In no time at all, he stepped to the podium and whispered into the Minister's ear.
Beads of perspiration hastily formed on his brow. I saw "PANIC" written across his face. I saw a quiver of hand and heard a stutter of speech. Instantaneously, the big, famous Minister switched to mute mode, before falling like a huge log, his head hitting the wooden arm of the leather seat with a loud bang! Red squirts of blood gushed out. Silence ensued; dead silence…
© Conarth Macheka201301
Since he held a higher office in government and his party, Minister Burombo was popular for his speeches. He was gifted with a powerful, resonating voice which had won him more than just fame and respect. Above all, he had commissioned bigger projects, much bigger than a mere bridge.
He heaved his huge frame to the podium, cleared his throat and chanted the clichéd slogan, simultaneously punching his big fists into thin air. The mammoth crowd, including those gathered across the bridge, just went wild. Loud whistling and ululation hugged the air.
While Burombo was doing what he enjoyed best, his aide-de-camp restlessly ran his fingers through the Minister's carry-case. In no time at all, he stepped to the podium and whispered into the Minister's ear.
Beads of perspiration hastily formed on his brow. I saw "PANIC" written across his face. I saw a quiver of hand and heard a stutter of speech. Instantaneously, the big, famous Minister switched to mute mode, before falling like a huge log, his head hitting the wooden arm of the leather seat with a loud bang! Red squirts of blood gushed out. Silence ensued; dead silence…
© Conarth Macheka201301
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