A COUNTRY OVERTHROWN, BLOG INSIDE
When the government was overthrown, the first thing the rebels did was take over the radio station. They broadcasted both in English and Swahili that the military had overthrown the government. At 10pm that night, we sat around a tiny radio and listened to the voice of terror. We sat in darkness, and dared not to switch on a single light least someone sees it. Outside, we could hear explosions and gunfire in the distance. At night, we all slept in one room for comfort. I woke up at 2am and saw my older brother at the window. I walked over and peeped through the curtain. Outside, I saw soldiers in our garden, harvesting our food and taking it away. I could not breathe for fear that they would see us and break the door.
The following day, we stayed inside and dared not to leave. There was not a single person outside, not a dog barking. Fear filled the air like a fog and paralyzed us. Suddenly, a knock on the door. Our first contact with the outside world. Our mother told us to hide and I dove under the bed. The door opened slowly, and I could hear my mother talking to someone. Her voice started small and grew louder. I would know that voice anywhere, and it lifted my heart. I rolled from under the bed and saw her smiling. “God be praised,” she said. “The rebels have been defeated. The coup is over!”