Election day

Stood in line for three hours to vote today. The queue stretched around the block and down the street. Old women with umbrellas, young men checking their phones, children running between their parents' legs. A man selling roasted maize walked up and down the line. By the time I reached the front, my feet ached. But I voted. My grandmother never could. Her mother never could. I voted and I felt the weight of every woman who came before me.