pelvicky:
d9ty7... only Heaven knows why you decided not to continue this story ....since!,... ..ko da o



at least continue d update on ur site ...

Update continues on all fronts tomorrow.

7 OJO


As early as 10AM this morning, I was led into the Lagos state high court with four armed policemen behind me and two mobile policemen in front. Both the interior of the court and the exterior was filled up with people who are interested in knowing what my fate turns out to be. Also, hundreds of local reporters and journalists were camped outside the court. Such that as soon as I was let out of the truck which brought me from the police station, several microphones and recording gadgets was placed in front of me. With questions like; how do you feel about being sentenced to prison today? Being charged with murder, and obviously guilty of the crime, which will you prefer, life inprisonment or outright capital punishment? Even though I couldn’t answer any of the questions, they still brought tears close to my eyes. It was then the realisation hit me that , I may as well be going to prison from the court. And judging from my last meeting with my lawyer, he couldn’t give me any assurance that I would leave the court a free man. All he did was to give tactics that may not work out eventually, but I was hopeful, because he asked me to be. I was led to the cockpit by Cain, my police friend. “Don’t be afraid. Goodluck.” He said as he shut the door of the cockpit while I stared intently at my lawyer, who looked a bit distressed and disorganised. I looked at the crowd behind me, eighty percent of them are lawyers, judging from their appearance while the rest contained journalists who mostly were on their feet. I further used my eyes to look from one face to another, afterall, I know what I was searching for. “Where is she?” I asked myself. And just then, everyone stood up. Alas! The judge just walked in. Moments later, the court clerk read the application of the case, after which she invited the prosecutors. Mere sighting them destroyed my morale and the first thing that came to my mind was a picture of the dreaded Kirikiri maximum prison. Leading the team of prosecutors as they walked toward their seat was a very familiar face, in person of a senior advocate of Nigeria. He was my boss bestfriend and he liked me a lot. I could remember the night my boss was killed, when he was leaving after the birthday party, he had difficulty igniting his car and I quickly put my experience to use. To show his appreciation, he gave me a one thousand naira note, after which he promised to invite me to his office with the possibility of finding me a job, much to my boss delight. Now, he wouldn’t be inviting me to his office, neither would he find me a job, but rather send me to jail. “I’m done for.” I concluded. I was lost in thought until the first question hit me. “Are you guilty or not?” My late boss friend asked. “Yes.” Out of reflex, I answered. But he probably to make me clarify my ‘Yes’ decided to repeat the question. “Mr Ojo, you were on the 10th of this month charged with murder, after being caught trying to scale the wall of Anthony estate, moments after Barrister Joe was murdered in his apartment. Investigations revealed that you worked for the deceased until his death, and your prints was found on the deceased’s body. Are you guilty or not?” “I wasn’t caught trying to jump any fence.” I replied. “Answer my question, are you guilty or not?” He said sternly. “Not guilty.” I replied defiantly. He stared at me long enough that it sent shivers down my spine. It is obvious he was expecting me to plead guilty. But according to what Barrister Ben told me the last time we talked on phone, he said; “disappoint them all you can, because they expect you to go down without a fight.” “According to investigations carried out, you worked for the deceased until his death, did you at any point have any misunderstanding with him?” He asked. “None that I could think of.” I replied. “And you were regarded as the deceased’s closest and favorite employee who knew everything about his dealings. Do you know if he ran into trouble with anybody?” He asked. “None. My boss was easy going during his lifetime, so he never ran into trouble with anybody.” I replied. “That will be all for now, my lord.” He bowed before taking his seat. “The defence counsel please.” The court clerk announced. Barrister Ben stood up calmly, while bowing to the judge at the same time. “My lord, I believe this is a hearing and not a trial. Why is my client being asked trying questions?” He asked. No one gave him answers for the question, but he continued regardless. “I believe this court of law stands for equality and fairness. And as the judge presiding over the court, I believe the aforementioned virtues is what you stand for. Justice, equity and fairness should be our watchword. Why are we starting a hearing without the presence of the police officer in charge of this case? Without the police team who made the arrest? Without exhibits from the crime scene, and above all, laboratory reports, both the autopsy result and the DNA.” He said. The court fell silent immediately, such that once could hear a pin drop. “The police team should provide the aforementioned materials.” The judge pronounced, but still, no one made a move. “The officer in charge of the case should move to the witness box please.” The judge said. And immediately, Inspector Noah walked towards the witness box with a big bag in hand, which I guessed contained the requested exhibits. “Was he waiting to be called before producing them?” I asked myself. “The two counsels can go over the exhibits.” The judge instructed and immediately, Barrister Ben and the Senior advocate moved towards the witness box. Five minutes later, they are done with going through the exhibits. “My lord, I believe the hearing can go on with these few exhibits which has confirmed Mr Ojo as being guilty of the offence.” The Senior advocate said as soon as he returned to the prosecutor’s bench. “Any contrary opinion?” The judge asked. “Yes my lord.” Ben said standing up. “The 14th section of the judicial acts review of 2005 says and I quote; hearing can only go on if exhibits are presented and confirmed by the two counsels.” Ben paused. “I read further; hearing should be postponed to a later date if at least fifty percent of the labelled exhibits are not presented and confirmed by the counsels.” He looked around the courtroom. “As in this case, the application here says there is exibits A, B, C, D, and D1. But what we have here is the laboratory results. The fingerprint DNA and the autopsy result. Exhibit A, B and C are no where to be found. Therefore, for the purpose of justice and fairness which I know this court stands for, I call for a postponement.” “Objection my lord.” The senior advocate moved. “Why is this man bent on destroying me?” I asked myself, but no answers came. “Overuled.” The judge ruled. The judge subsequently urged Ben to continue. “I also plead to this court to grant my client bail until the hearing is concluded.”
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6
LOLA


I drove into our estate of residence at exactly 7pm tonight, and slowly I
drove
homewards making use of the car horn at least ten times in a minute. I was
scared, not because someone would come out of the numerous under
construction buildings on both sides of the estate’s deserted road, but
scared
because I have never driven at night and with my present situation, the car
full lights were on and bright, but I saw nothing. And to avoid hitting
straying
pets or even human, I decided to employ the car horn.
My present situation could be likened to that of a dog heading to the lion’s
den. It is a biased prediction that the dog won’t live to tell the tale. But in
my
case, I may live to tell the tale.
My heart skipped a beat as I drove into the compound where my parents
stood with the church pastor, our next door neighbor and the estate guards.
“You this girl, where have you been?” Mum was all over me, even before I
stopped the car. “You made us worry. Since morning.” My ever caring
mother
said.
“Mummy am sorry.” I couldn’t think of a plausible excuse other than show
remorse. After all, she is more understanding than dad.
“Just come down.” She urged, and reluctantly, I alighted from the car. “Are
you okay?” She asked.
“Yes mum.” I replied as she examined my face and body to confirm if I was
okay like I claimed.
I thought I was safe for the night until I heard daddy’s voice.
Thank you very much Mr and Mrs Bright.” He said to our next door
neighbors. Even though they are both deacon and deaconess in our church,
dad will never call them by their title. Simply because he knew them before
they became church elders and it would be too difficult to change. The same
way Mr Bright calls him Dr instead of professor, because dad won’t call him
deacon and since he knew dad when he just bagged his doctorate degree, he
sticked to it as well.
“See you in church on Sunday sir. Goodnight.” Mr Bright said before walking
out of our compound.
Such was the relationship dad maintained with our neighbors. Except in case
of emergency, you can only see him once in a week, and that is on sundays
in church. For our neighbors who are not Christians or members of our
church, a month could pass without you seeing him face to face. The best
view of him you could get is when he alights and enter his car, every
morning
and evening. I still remembered vividly in 2007, one of our neighbors was
greeting dad happy new year in February. And a few months back during the
the last Saturday of the month environmental sanitation exercise, another
neighor of ours claimed the last time he saw dad, his beards were not white.
“Thank you very much pastor.” Dad shook hands with our church pastor
who
also left.
Now am left to face the wicked professor whose wife has no influence over
him.
“Where are you coming from?” He asked.
I looked from dad to mum who had her face in another direction, obviously
telling me she shouldn’t be involved.
“Am sorry dad.” I said.
“Why did you come back home?” He asked.
I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, for the fear of incurring the old
man’s wrath. By coming home late and going out with mum’s car, I already
incurred his wrath. He is only taking his time before descending on me.
“Daddy! Am very sorry. I never knew I will return this late. It is the traffic.” I
replied.
“That is not my question. Tell me where you are coming from.” My old man
requested.
I stared from mum to dad. While dad had the fierce look on his face while
mum had the I-don’t-care look. Even though, deep down, she cared, at least
a little, thanks to me being her favorite daughter, but in the case at hand,
she
couldn’t do anything to avoid the fury of her husband.
“If you are desperate about destroying my name, I will be more than happy
to
allow you change your name and disown you. You left school, few weeks to
your final exam to be able to move to and fro the police station.” with this,
he walked away. a few steps from the front door, he said “you are
grounded.”

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Okay

Okay, you did well with the first post by employing the first person narrative technique. But, in the second post, you switched.
I will suggest that you stick to one technique, and if there is the need to switch, make sure it is not in a continuation like in the last updates. It would have been better if the last update continued from Precios pov.
There is still room for improvement tho. I am learning a thing or two from you too.

Theeldah:
I know its short but just manage it, Will update tomoro,,,,,,, thanks guys, have a lovely weekend

You are still making the mistake of switching of narrating as an omniscient narrator to being a first person narrator.
From you last update, it was Precious, Deborah, their mother and Dorcas. Then in last few paragraphs, it changed to we(Precious and Dorcas) and I(Precious)

I am suspecting you to be Prcious tho... lol

But, please stick to one narrative technique. And if you must switch, you can always write 'Precios pov' at the start of each update and other times, you can write freely. But the case of switching in one single update is kinda unacceptable.


PS: I hope my little correction is not too destructive or rude? Forgive me if it is.

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I can see you have adjusted from your use of the first person singular 'I' everytime it comes to Precious.
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