Chapter 93: Actions
The following days unfolded exactly how Tyler had envisioned but only more intense.
From the moment Silvanus gave the word, the streets of Gumua were no longer silent.
By sunrise the next morning, a tide of people poured out from homes, villages, towns, and cities.
Thousands became tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands as Protesters filled intersections, highways, public squares, government compounds, and embassies.
It wasn’t just youth. The old came out. Mothers, market women, disabled veterans, even schoolteachers joined in.
They all had one thing in common. It was rage and exhaustion.
They were tired. They were tired of empty promises. Tired of lights that never stayed on. Tired of roads that crumbled while ministers drove in foreign cars. Tired of seeing relatives die in hospitals with no doctors. Tired of watching politicians live like kings while the rest of them scraped by.
And this time, they weren’t shouting slogans given to them by some political figure. This time, the chant came from the streets themselves:
"WE ARE DONE."
It started soft. But by midday, it echoed across every district.
Tyler watched it all from his suite, the balcony doors wide open to the sound of marching, whistling, and drums echoing faintly from afar.