The court room was filled to the brim. The seats in the court room seemed to be gasping for breath, as they provide a platform for the multitude that rested on them. The 5 ceiling fans in the court that had seen better days were cracking. The prosecution and defense counsels had taken their wigs off. The judge was sweating profusely as he exhausted rolls of tissue papers that did little to dab the torrents of water rolling down as sweat from his face.
The situation outside the court room was also a spectacular to behold as court guards and security personnel struggled to keep the crowd in check. It was not surprising that the court was in the state, on this day. As a matter of fact, the serene town of Ayedun had not been the same since the events of last 3 weeks transpired.
Suddenly, silence engulfed the whole atmosphere as the judge began to read his judgment. If a needle had dropped, the sound would have been heard. Having heard the argument of the prosecution and the defense counsels, and careful consultations with the laws and status of our country, I find you Lakunle Abata of No. 3 Tikatore Street guilty as charged. You are hereby sentenced to death by hanging for the ….. Pandemonium broke out.
“Order! Order! Order!” The judge screamed as the banged his gavel continuously until the instrument broke. His high pitched voice was completely lost in the bedlam that followed as the court broke into competing factions. Some rejoice while others cried ‘foul’ as they wept in regret.
Laleye and Lakunle had been close childhood friends. They had grown up together and attended the same schools right up to university. They had stayed in the same room in the university and seemed inseparable. Lakunle was the quintessential gentleman. He and his friend Laleye were role model the growing kids. Laleye was Lakunle best man when he got married to Oreoluwa, the beautiful Harvard trained daughter of Chief Buruji, an influential timber merchant in Ayedun. The wedding was all pomp and ceremony as it left most people of Ayedun talking about if for a very long time after the wedding.
It was not long after the wedding that stories and news was began to filter into Lakunle’s ears about his wife’s infidelity. This he disregard at first, but when his neighbours continued to inundate him with how his wife brings different men to their matrimonial home he started to worry. On this particular day, he had been instructed by his boss to deliver dozens of new machetes which his firm procured from one of the stores in the capital city, to the Ayedun Timber Co-operative Society (ATCS), before coming to his office. He had bidden his wife bye and promised her that he would be back immediately after work at 5pm. He had planned to take her to watch the premiere of a new play at the town hall.
Surprisingly on getting to ATCS, he discovered he had left his invoice at home. He quickly decided to rush home to get the invoice. On getting home, he was a little bit taken a back that the front door was not locked. “I thought I had always told her to keep the door locked” he muttered to himself.
“Ore, dear”! He called out
“Darling” he shouted again still there was no response. He moved into the bedroom and opened the door.
Lo and behold there was his wife completely naked with legs and arms wrapped around Laleye, his best friend, who making love to his wife on his matrimonial bed. As he groveled on to her he was screaming obscenities. Shaking and almost convulsing, Lakunle ran out still unnoticed by the duo. He opened the boot of his car and brought out one of the machetes and ran into the bedroom where the “lover” were engrossed. He screamed and they quickly disentangled.
Laleye was shocked and before he could comprehend what was happening Lakunle death him several machete blows and the white bed was soon smeared with blood. He continued to deal his friend several machete blows with blood splattering everywhere until Laleye became silent. Ore was screaming and crying; he took a look at her with disdain all over his face and struck a machete blow at her neck. Her head came rolling over towards his feet.
Imagine This situation.

boy o boy.
Lakunle was right in his act and the judge was also right in his judgement!