DIRTY POLITICS

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Waziri ducked behind an uncompleted story building few meters from the gathered crowd. It had taken him three days of survey to finally pick the spot. It was perfect. With eyes scanning the landscape, he had a clearer and comprensive view of the everyone as they moved about in high frequency, chanting and reaching for the sky. The security men wielding weapons, manned strategic positions, their eyes peering into every corner. They were looking out for surprises against the rally. The plan was simple, kill them all, but most importantly, Hon. Keiba.

Hon. Keiba was making a speech to the cheering voice of his supporters. Behind him were two body gaurds, muscled men, with dark glasses, hands folded across their chest. Waziri, sneaked out and remerged twenty minutes later with a little girl of about nine years. Like a seating duck, the little girl nodded in affirmation to the directives from Waziri. Beneath her dress, were explosives to be detonated at a push of button. She had been tutored on how to detonate it. Waziri held the helm of her black hijab and tugged it downwards to conceal the explosive properly.

Like a creature without a mind of her own, she wormed her way around the surrounding, and finally found a little footpath that led to an underground. It led to the venue; a venue she got accustomed to two days ago.

From where he stood, Waziri could hear the loud cheer of the exhilerated crowd. Hon. Keiba was drawing out the expected emotions from them and it made Waziri pulse shoot up. He hated everything Hon. Keiba represented. Killing him, meant winning for the opposition party. Looking back at the trail, the little had gone out of sight. She must be making inroads towards the venue of the rally, Waziri thought to himself as he stroked his beard. He watched with anger at the energy inside the venue. He trusted the little girl, as she had been brainwashed and was under an overdose of drugs. She won't be regaining her senses anytime soon or ever, that is if the plan works.

Having calculated the distance to the venue, Waziri expected a boom, but it never came. He took one quick look at his wrist watch and returned his gaze back to the venue of the rally.

The little girl having understood her mission clearly,found her way through the dug out. From where she was, she could hear the voice of Hon. Keiba as it entered the underground. Few seconds later she stood meters away from the Hon. Keiba clearly conspicous. She could see the way his glasses hung on his fat nose. No one had noticed her. Before Hon. Keiba could pitch another mantra for the campaign, the little girl ran out of where she holed and made a straightline towards him.

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From where Waziri stood, he heard a loud boom that shook the core of the earth. He felt the impact. Plumes of dark smoke arose from the venue and what was left was an explosive make over. Few survivors who survied ran out coughing while covered with dusts few rubbles from the exploded building. Human body parts scattered everywhere, inclduing Hon. Keiba who had lost a limb. He could not survive the impact of the explosion as the little girl had encircled her arms around him before the body guards could get to her.