This is my personal experience at the 2011 general election, then as a corps member serving in Ankpa LGA in kogi state. I saw hell but managed to return home. This POEM titled: ME AND ELECTION sumarised my ordeal then as INEC Returnin Officer.
Written By Ah****
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• See how they exposed me.
Under trees, on wooden bench, I slept.
Later, on a floor without a mat,
Waiting for the D day

• After a humiliating night of restless sleep,
Came the “National Service”.
Scramble for electoral materials,
I did with mixed feeling.
As the sight of depreciated pickup van,
Heralded the danger ahead



• INEC canned men and materials,
To transport both to wards,
Where we were abandoned;
At the mercy of politicians

• See how they exposed me.
Politicians whom I was told to avoid,
Became my messiah
They took me from ward to unit,
7km distance

• Together with potential eyewitness (POLICE)
Sent to report possible incident,
Of my death, Or what?
How secure is he to secure me?
Thus, he turned to an observer
In the electoral drama

• Yes, 8.45 AM announced my arrival.
Polling clerk, I met.
Polling agent withdrew, so I learnt.
With 1146 registered voters,
And shortage of personnel
The stage was set

• Behold the multitude anxiously waiting,
Amidst intense pressure by party agents,
813 voters accredited.
Voting commenced 3.PM,
Ended 9.pm and the heat was on

• As predicted, my supposed security man
Turned V.I.P Spectator,
It was Free-for-all fighting.
Thank God for my neutrality
For Mr. Death would have visited

• I took to my heel.
But no where to turn to,
I was kidnapped back to stage
To complete my role

• See how INEC exposed me.
The stronger group won.
But who will take me home?
The clock ticked 11.30pm

• The same politicians
That I was told to avoid,
Delivered me to INEC official,
Waiting anxiously for my result,
But not my safety

For those preparing 4 election, better watch ur back on that day.