We hear and read about elections. Elections here, and there, and everywhere, and this reminds me of an election in Congo Brazzaville, a former French colony.
I do not remember if this happened just before or just after Belgian Congo became Zaire (now République Démocratique du Congo). All I know is that we were still there when the election across the mighty Congo River took place.
Since the majority of voters were illiterate the leaders of the various political parties decided to use symbols to identify their party. All I remember is one having chosen a Lion, and one having chosen a Bicycle. Continue reading