History in the making?

The word on the street is victory. It tastes dangerous. Absurd. Sweet. I imagine it sets the air in Zimbabwe aglow. As if men, women, boys, children, soldiers and police are mentally taking pictures- shining the flash of internal cameras on the scenes before them. Winding queues at the polling stations, independent observers doing their rounds, riot police patrolling on their tanks. Because maybe, just maybe, this election will be different. For the first time since independence in 1980, just maybe Zimbabweans will be able to put a new person in power. I wonder… I hope.