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4


LOLA


I took an even greater risk this morning after dad left for work in his Land
Rover, leaving behind, the Mercedes Benz 190 he was using prior to buying
the expensive SUV he currently drives, and mum’s expensive Toyota venza.
Dad being a strict disciplinarian is often likened to a miser. In the real sense,
he posses every characteristics of ‘misers’ as the old man will only give out
a kobo from his hard earned money after you must have explained
extensively; what purpose the money will serve, the importance of such
purpose and how it affects your life positively. It took five years of begging
and advise from members of the family before dad was convinced that he
needed a new ride. He only took it serious when his previous car broke down
twice in the middle of the road m and he spent hours trying to fix it. Despite
getting a new car, he still drove the old car occasionally. On many occasions,
dad had said he won’t for any reason buy a car for his wife, because;
according to him, his wife a businesswoman is capable of buying one for
herself, and buying a car for one’s wife is not a marital obligation he must
fulfill. And as long as he catered for the family with his hard earned money
and saw the children through school. The least his wife could do is to use
the exorbitant profit made from her business in getting a car. And with the
help of a relative who resides in the united kingdom, mum was able to buy
her personal car.
I walked out of the house with my handbag and made for mum’s car which
was parked directly outside the garage which currently housed dad’s
Mercedes. Adamu; mum’s driver sat at the front seat dancing as hot Hausa
laced intonation songs was being played. The man sure knows how to enjoy
himself.
“Mister Adamu.” I called through the car window, slightly tapping his
shoulder.
Immediately he saw me, he reduced the volume of the song and faced me.
“Aunty Lola, me I no know you don come from school.” He smiled.
“I came back last Friday. I saw you on Saturday morning when you came to
park mummy’s car.” I replied.
“Na so jare Aunty. Man must chop.” He laughed.
I stared at the Hausa man from Kano, not knowing where to begin my
speech.
“You dey go out?” He asked, even though he saw me all dresses up.
“Yes. I wan quickly reach somewhere, but I need your help.” I replied.
“What is that?”
“I promise, I will be back in an hours time. Please, give me the car key.” I
pleaded.
“Which car?” He asked.
“This one.” I replied pointing to the car he sat in.
“This one?” He asked, alarmed. I nodded in affirmation. “Venza?” He asked,
laying emphasis on the ‘V’ and ‘Z.”
“Adamu please.”
“Am sorry, but I can’t. Madam will be back in two hours time, and I must go
to the airport to pick her up, now you want to go out with the car. I can’t
afford to loose this job.”
I felt my heart shatter that moment as I looked at mum’s driver. I dipped my
hand into my bag and brought out wads of naira note and without counting,
I dropped it on his dashboard. His face lit up instantly as he stared at the
money.
“For me?” He asked.
“Adamu please.” I begged, almost kneeling down.
“Okay. But Aunty, one hour.” He said emphatically.
“I promise. Once it is one hour, I will call you and you will come and meet
me wherever I am. Even though I am likely to wait for you outside the
estate.” I replied.
He calmly alighted and held the door opened for me.
“Haba! Now. You know am not that good with reverse.” I said.
He smiled and hopped in, while I quickly ran to open the gate, even though
the gateman was there.
“Weldone.” He said once I was done opening the gate. Even though I cared
less, because all that mattered to me that moment was meeting Ben, an old
school friend of mine who is a lawyer. A top one at that.
Even though I wasn’t perfect with driving, I took the wheel from Adamu after
he had backed out of the compound for me and faced the estate gate for me,
slow and steadily, I drove out of the estate.
———
Without any problem, I drove into Ruppert and James associates, a legal
chamber belonging to two British lawyer, who for reasons best known to
them felt that establishing a legal law chamber in Nigeria is a good idea.
Even though dead now, their names still lived on, because it is a house to
several young, but exceptional lawyers in the country.
“Good morning Miss Lola. You have an appointment with Barrister Ben at
ten. He is waiting for you. First office to the right, third floor.” The
receptionist read out to her.
“Thank you.” Lola smiled.
“You are welcome.” The receptionist replied curtly.
Lola greeted everyone she met on her way towards the elevator and those
she met inside the elevator. As past memories flashed in.
2011
Lola, a year one student of one of the best universities in Nigeria sat outside
the lecture hall, her phone in hand as she did only God knows what with the
device. She was waiting for her friend and roommate who was writing a test,
having agreed to meet after their respective tests so that they can both
proceed to their hostel, all thanks to the recent killings in the campus. The
attacks which seemed targeted at the students in their hostel, and the
advise was not to walk alone.
As the time was 5pm already, everywhere is getting deserted as no one
wanted to be a victim or stray bullet.
Moments later, the lecturer walked out and immediately, the students walked
out in twos and threes.
“How I wish I had applied for law.” Lola thought as she saw her friend
waving from beside a Volkswagen golf 3. Immediately, Lola knew another
free ride had come their way, she stood up, grabbed her bag and made for
where her friend was, but surprisingly, someone held her waist from behind,
pinning her down to the chair.
She turned immediately with a stinging slap, but whoever was behind her
held her hand mid air.
What the hell is your problem?” She screamed. “Don’t you have sister at
home? Go and grab them anyhow.” Her voice seemed to have attracted the
majority of the law students who as real Nigerians stopped to watch the
drama.
Lola was even more infuriated when the guy kept smiling. “You are mad, I
swear. Can you now let me go?” She asked, this time silently.
“I merely saved you from embarrassment, but you paid me back by
embarrassing me. There is blood trace behind your skirt.” He spoke for the
first time.
Immediately, Lola’s mind did some quick calculations and she realized it
was time for her monthly discharge. Her face turned red in embarrassment
as she stared at the young man.
“Here.” He gave her a cardigan. “Tie it over.” He added before standing
upright.
By now, her best friend and roommate was in front of them.
“Hello Amara.” The young man greeted.
“Hello Ben.” Her roommate replied.
Without another word, Ben walked away. “Babes, what is the matter?”
Amara asked.
“My period showed.” She replied.
“Jesu! Was that why he held you down?”
Lola nodded in affirmation. “And you are dressed in white. Na wa o.”
“He gave me this.” Lola showed the cardigan and her friend urged her to tie
it over.
“Now, you made us miss a free ride.” Amara lamented as they walked.
Just then , a cream colored Toyota Camry parked beside them. “Where are
you going?” The guy from the lecture hall. Ben, as Lola remembered Amara
greeting him.
“Girls hostel.” Amara replied.
“I live outside the school gate.” Ben said.
“Good, you can get us home then. Hop in girl.” Amara nudged Lola who
reluctantly entered the car. She still felt embarrassed.
PRESENT DAY
That was how I met Ben.
“have a nice day.” A fat man, also a lawyer said as I walked out of the
elevator on the third floor.
“Thank you sir.” I smiled.
“Lola Douglas.” A familiar voice called.
Then I saw him. Standing outside an office is Ben, looking cute and
handsome in his well tailored suit. His ever dark skin shone brightly, his blue
eyes filled with love and care remained unchanged, his hair well trimmed to
the famous ‘old school afro’ and the aura with which he carried himself still
present as ever.
“Good morning Ben.” I greeted shyly.
“Am disappointed. Is this how you greet an old friend? Lola, you no try o.”
He joked as he led me into his office.
I know the least I could do that moment was hug him, but knowing the type
of person Ben is, I dare not.
“You look more beautiful and bigger. What’s the secret?” He asked as he led
me to a mini living room inside his office where newspapers were spread on
the table.
“The small Lola in those days. Always with one Dan Brown, John Grisham or
Sidney Sheldon novels. Did I forget to say she loved Harlequin series too?
Lola Douglas.” He said as if he was reading a rhyme.
“Please, to the reason I am here.” I replied with a straight face.
Ben gave me a long stare.
“That was embarrassing, and I can see you haven’t changed one bit.” He
said.
I kept mute while staring at the various award plaque in his office.
“You haven’t seen me in three years. Even during my service, I came back to
school, I saw Amara and she made me understand you guys are no longer
friends. Plus you moved out of the hostel. I tried all I could to see you, but it
proved abortive. Seeing you now, I should sing the song of praise to God, but
see the attitude you have me…..” he poured out.
I wanted to talk him I am sorry, but something held my tongue. “Anyways, I
have met the officer in charge of the case, Noah. He is an old friend.” He
switched to a business-like tone.
I was surprised, and the question in my mind was when and how did he
meet Inspector Noah.
“As soon as I received your call last night, I booked a quick meeting with
him and on my way here this morning, I met him in his office.” He explained.
Did I tell you Ben is able to read my mind? Now you know.
“I must say this case is a difficult one, considering the number of people
interested in this case. Aside the fact that the deceased was a senior citizen,
a senior lawyer. I must tell you that everyone in this building is on the
prosecutor’s side. The accused will have a hard time getting out of the case,
but I will do my utmost best.” He explained, while I listened attentively.
“I have deployed some of my boys in the police force to question certain
people, most especially, Late Barrister Joe’s friends who attended his
birthday bash. I wonder why the police is yet to invite any of them for
questioning. Also, according to what Noah told me, Ojo claimed that as at
the time he found the late Barrister’s dead body in the living room, other
staffs were still present. But they seemed to have taken to their heels
afterwards. Why did they run away is a question the police should ask before
singling out just one person.”
With his simple explanation, I saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel.
“I personally think a script is being acted. Noah is playing to the rules, but I
have accepted to meet them in court with my client. In have two days left,
so, there is nothing I can do. There is no time to meet the accused and hear
his story, but I will go to court with the mindset of forcing an adjournment,
and ensuring that the police questions the late Barrister’s friends, as well as
his staffs and above all, secure Ojo’s bail.” He concluded.
“Thank you very much.” I said.
“Its nothing dear. I believe a friend needs help, and I am doing just that.” He
replied.
Just then, his phone rang. “Hello Farouk.” He said. “The eatery opposite my
office?”
He dropped the call and faced me. “My detective friend is waiting for us.
Let’s go grab something to eat while you meet him officially. From there, we
can all proceed to go and see Ojo for introduction.” He faced me.
Even though I wanted to say no, because I needed to return mum’s car, but
all that mattered that moment was getting Ojo out of jail.
“I wonder why for the time we spent together before I graduated in school,
you never for once mentioned that you have a brother. Even the newspapers
never said he was in any way related to Professor.”
“Not really my blood brother, plus, no one wanted to associate with him
because of the case.” I lied.
You are wondering why I lied? Well, Ben has been pressuring me for a
relationship since we met. Knowing that Ojo is my boyfriend could mean he
would no longer help me, because to him, he is helping my brother who
could as well turn out to be his in-law later on.

5


OJO



I was in my cell deep in thought when a young police officer opened the iron
bars.
“Come with me.” He said.
I immediately scrambled up with joy, with the hope of having a visitor which
unmistakably will be Lola, but I was surprised when I was led into Inspector
Noah’s office.
Inspector Noah, the officer in charge of my case looked up as soon as I was
led into his office.
“Good afternoon sir.” I greeted after I had confirmed the time from the wall
clock directly opposite the door.
“Sit down.” He said calmly pointing to one of the two chairs opposite his
desk.
A rare privilege is what I call the treatment I have received since I was put
behind the bars. I was the only inmate allowed to receive visitors anytime of
the day, I was the only one in my cell. Another of such treatment was being
allowed to make and receive calls anytime. Here I am again, sitting in the
Inspector’s office, a privilege no one else is given. The only thing I was
denied is what other inmates are enjoying, which is, freedom of movement.
Since I was locked up, I haven’t had the opportunity to see the sun or the
moon, neither have I seen the sky. While others are allowed to sit outside
the building for a few hours, I was denied in that aspect based on the fact
that, reporters, journalist and pressmen are looking for every opportunity to
get to talk to me, to ask me questions, and according to Inspector Noah,
talking to them will jeopardize investigation. Even though I knew it is my
right, I dare not complain for the fear of being denied other privileges I have
been enjoying.
“I called you.” He said as he dropped the newspaper he was reading in front
of me.
I had no idea of why he dropped the newspaper in front of me, and I was
afraid to pick it up for the fear of being scolded, so I resulted to spying to be
on the safe side.
Staring back at me is a giant picture of me with the headline; BARRISTER
JOE’S MURDER: SUSPECT CONFESSES, TO BE CHARGED TO COURT.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. But I pretended as if it
is nothing.
Seeing a change in my countenance, Inspector Noah spoke; “That’s the
situation of things now.”
“Nothing will stop this case from getting to court, even if you are the
president’s son. Every big wig of the society is interested, especially, the
members of the Nigerian Bar association. Remember, you killed an exco of
the association.” The police boss explained.
“But sir. God is my witness. I didn’t kill Barrister Joe. He is like a father to
me, he gave me hope when there seems to be no hope. He gave me a job
even when there was no vacancy, doubled my salary after two month,
relegated his personal assistant, and entrusted things with me. I receive his
calls, meet clients on his behalf, why will I kill such a man?” I pleaded with
tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Lying won’t take you anywhere, unless you want a capital punishment for
yourself. Just plead guilty in court and let your lawyer plead on your behalf,
you may get ten years imprisonment or life imprisonment which is a good
bargain when compared to death by hanging.” He advised as if the prison is
a place of fun.
“I can’t stand being punished for the offence I didn’t commit.” I replied.
“Good! See these.” He said throwing and envelope at me.
I managed to assemble the papers and even though I couldn’t understand
most of the things written in the papers, I still had an idea.
“That’s the finger prints found on the diseased, and the DNA test conducted,
it matched with yours. Your hand was all over the deceased, and you dare
tell me you are innocent.” Noah explained.
I stared on foolishly. I knew I didn’t kill Barrister Joe, but my fingerprint was
found all over him.
“Come on fool. You found him dead trul. Your fingerprints was all over him
because you held him.” A voice said from within.
“That’s all I have for you. Get a competent lawyer. Plead guilty and pray
that your punishment is reduced.” Noah advised. “Take him to meet his
people.” He instructed the junior officer who jerked me up and dragged me
out of the office.
Even though I have enjoyed all the privileges available, being forced to do
things is one thing I have been subjected to. Especially from this particular
junior officer who is always on mofti and is so foolish to an extent that he
does everything Noah ask of him, even if his life is at stake.
“Easy man.” I told him when the pushing became unbearable.
“Shut up.” He said angrily.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Abel.” He replied.
“You should be Cain instead.” I didn’t know when it came out of my mouth.
I was expecting a thunderous slap from him or he should hit my head on a
nearby wall, but I was surprised when he bursted into laughter.
“You are very funny.” He said trying to control his laughter. “How did you
find yourself in this mess?” He asked.
I looked at him surprisingly with a -are-you-deaf-and-blind-all-these-while-
look.
“Baby.” I didn’t know when we entered the visiting room.
I was overwhelmed with happiness when my girlfriend threw herself on me.
“I missed you.” She cried as she kissed me.
Truly, I missed her too, but in my current situation, I misses home, I missed
freedom than anything. But I won’t lie that I didn’t enjoy the kiss.
Thanks to my height. I looked over her head and saw two men sitting on two
extra chairs beside the chair I guessed Lola was sitting on before I entered.
One of them had an ID card hung around his neck, and the other one looked
simple in just a white T-shirt and jean trouser.
Lola finally let go of me when she was satisfied, grabbed my hand. Leading
me towards my designated stool.
“Barrister Ben, Detective Farouk, this is Ojo.” she informed the two men.
“Good afternoon Mr Ojo. Farouk is the name.” The one in white T-shirt said
extending his hand for a handshake which I took warmly.
When I waited for a while, but heard nothing from the second man, I greeted
him instead.
“Good afternoon sir.” But he ignored me.
Lola gave me a reassuring smile telling me everything is fine.
“Let me talk to you one on one.” He said as he stood up and walked out of
the room. I quickly followed.
Once we were in an empty room, he began.
“Like Lola rightly said, my name is Ben. I am a lawyer, a top one at that. I
will be representing you in court, and my friend here is a detective agent.
Meaning, everything needed to keep you out of jail depends on my friend and
I. Suffice to say, you are at our mercy,” he began.
From his outlook , one could tell he is someone filled with pride, ego and self
importance.
“To tell you the truth. Let’s say we have one thousand lawyers in Nigeria,
about nine hundred and ninety nine are against you. Meaning I am the only
one with you on your side.” He continued. “Barrister Joe was a senior and
revered lawyer when he was alive. Don’t be surprised if in court, you are
being prosecuted by a senior advocate or a team of senior advocates.”
I stared at him in confusion. With the following questions running on my
mind; “is he trying to tell me my freedom depends on him or is he telling me
he is not sure of winning the case?
“But, I will try my best, and am confident of being victorious. Even though,
by so doing, I will be creating more enemies for myself. But if that is the
price to pay to win Lola’s love, I am more than ready to pay.” He continued.
I smiled wryly.
“The thing now is, from this moment, till we meet in court the day after
tomorrow, say nothing to anybody. Don’t answer questions, not even from
Noah. Don’t beg anybody or tell them you are innocent.” He warned.
“Okay sir.”
He gave me a long look for roughly a minute and without another word, he
walked out of the room.
Cain walked in that moment and I followed him back to the visiting room
where Farouk and Lola were and Ben joining them.
I sat down in front of them not knowing what to say.
“Mr Ojo. I bet you have been asked to keep quiet until the court dissolves.
Just take to it. I have some underground investigations going on. Everything
will be solved tomorrow and we can head to court confidently.” Detective
Farouk advised. “After all, we are doing this because you are our brother-in-
law. You have no choice than to allow my friend here marry your sister.” He
added amidst laughter.
I looked at Lola and I saw a change in her countenance, but she covered it
with a smile.
“You sure have a whole lot of explaining to do.” Or so I thought.



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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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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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8

LOLA

The time was 11am and I have been home all morning praying and hoping
that God gives me a bit of chance to be able to attend Ojo’s hearing, even
though it started an hour ago, and I doubt if hearings take that long, but in
my situation, I don’t mind if they spend six hours hearing the case, all I want
to ensure is that, I made it to the hearing before it ends.
Waking up this morning, I was in high spirit ad I sang throughout my morning
chores, even before mum woke up. I was done cleaning the whole house and
I was even tempted to make breakfast, but one thing dad would never do is
eat a meal different from that of his wife as breakfast or dinner. He has never
done it, at least, in my presence. He would rather starve and go to work
without eating than eat another woman’s food.
I could vivdly remember when I was sixteen. Then I started cooking difficult
meals without supervision, and I was pretty good at it. I learnt a new method
of cooking a particular meal on television and I put it to practice in the
kitchen. Dad returned home and instead of praising me demanded for another
dinner which mum happily prepared. I and my siblings had to finish the food
one way or the other. I was angry for days and avoided dad, but when my
anger finally dissipated, I challenged him to tell me why he doesn’t eat food
except from his wife.
His reply was; “I am a man and I love food. Technically, your mum won her
way into my heart with her kitchen skills and I don’t regret it. My only
weakness is good food, if I mistakenly eat from another woman and the food
is good, I may end up falling for her.” He laughed after explaining to me.
Till date, I don’t know if he was joking or serious, but whichever ways, he
still doesn’t eat outside. Even when mum travelled for business, he has a
way of mixing things in the kitchen and eating before we wake up and by the
time we did, he was done and already dressed.
As soon as I was done cleaning the house, I proceeded to taking my bath and
getting dressed and by the time I was done, dad was ready for work and he
had this for me;
“I am going to work now. Lola, don’t let us fight.” He said.
I ignored his warning and greeted him instead. “Good morning dad.”
“Good morning daughter.” He replied. “I believe you still knew your grounding
stands?” He asked, shattering my fragile heart with the question.
I had totally forgotten about yesterday night when he ruled that I must not
go beyond the four walls of the compound. And according to him; “you may
be twenty eight years and a working class. If you are in good terms with me,
you can go to Abuja without telling me. But once you offend me, you can’t
stand up except I tell you to. And the worst you can do is leave my house
and never to return for life.”
Even though I was far from being twenty eight years, neither was I a working
class, therefore, I have nowhere to go at least for now.
As early as 7am, dad left the house for work and I was happy at the
development, because most times when he decides to punish us, he will sit
at home with us all day to ensure that we complied with his punishment.
I did everything humanly possible to ensure that mum left for her shop very
early. While she bathed and dressed up, I quickly took her bag to the car and
before she was done, I dished the food already.
“Its like you planned going against your father’s ruling today. So, you are
good all of a sudden to buy my support.” She said as laughed as she ate
while I sat opposite her in the dinning room.
I smiled.
“In your own interest, don’t go against his ruling. This may be your last
chance.” She added.
I swallowed hard. “But mum….” My voice trailed.
“See you later darling.” With this, she stood up and walked to the exit.
“But I love him.” I cried as I finally let out the tears.
She only looked back at me, smiled and walked out.
“Let the come come and let the happen happen. I must see Ojo today.” I
concluded defiantly as I ran into my room, and three minutes after mum left
the house, I was done.
I immediately ran outside. “Abeg, open the gate.” I told the gateman who
only looked at me briefly before returning his attention to the phone he was
holding. “Are you deaf? When did you start going against orders in this
house? I think I will have to report you to dad.” I threatened, but he said
nothing which infuriated me the more.
Just then I heard a light knock on the gate and as soon as the gateman
made moves to open the gate, I had concluded my plans on how to put my
expertise at athletics to use. But I went numb immediately the gate opened,
because I saw nobody else standing except my dad.
“Welcome Oga.” The gateman greeted.
My dad ignored his greeting and moved towards me.
“Its an order, but you can defy it.” With this, he walked into the house. That moment, I knew I can’t defy his orders because he dared me to already.
I hope Ojo understands.

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OJO

At exactly 7:30PM, I was led into Barrister Ben’s apartment by Ben himself. I
am very grateful to him because he successfuly convinced the judge who
adjourned the hearing as well as granting me bail, but not after paying a sum
of money, all thanks to Ben as well. Despite not knowing me from Adam, he
still helped me to the extreme which I doubt any member of my family could
do. For an outsider to do that, I am greatly indebted to such person.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” The dark skinned, heavily built lawyer said
as we walked in.
Two little kids ran up to him and jumped on him in excitement.
“Welcome dad.” They greeted.
“How are you? Princess, Junior.” He asked calling their names or nicknames
as I don’t know yet.
“Am fine dad, Uncle has gone back to school.” The eldest, the girl replied.
“Dad, there is no school tomorrow.” The boy replied.
“You guys can go to your room, we have a visitor and you must….?” He
instructed stopping midway.
“Behave.” They chorused and he patted them.
“Sit down please.” He said to me.
I was carried away by the display from his children and just then, I
remembered Lola. Even though I am angry with her. Why won’t she show up
at my hearing? Is she deserting me already? Is she leaving me to bear my
cross alone? Whatever happened to our for life vows.
“This is the least I can do for now. It is dangerous to allow you return to
your apartment alone and since your bail is granted, I can’t allow you return
to the cell. And thank God, you heard what my police friend said, he will need
to see you from time to time for questioning, and my apartment seems
perfect for that.” He paused.
“Thank you very much sir.” I said sincerly.
“Call me Ben.” He corrected.
Just then a young lady walked out from where I presumed was a kitchen.
Judging from her dressing and traces of oil on the apron she was wearing, I
knew she was coming from the kitchen.
“Welcome sir.” She greeted Ben kneeling down.
“How are you dear?” Ben asked.
“Am fine.” She replied.
Ben faced me, then faced his sister. “This is Ojo, my client. He will be staying
with us for now. I expect you to respect him and ensure he never lacked
anything.” He said.
He didn’t bother introducing the girl to me and I had a hard time restraining
my hand from seeking the girl’s hand for a handshake. As it is obvious that
Ben only wanted the girl to know me, but doesn’t want me to know her.
“Prepare the guest room for him and take the kids with their homework,
remember, Kelvin is back to school. And until your school resumes, the job of
assisting them with their school work rests on you.”
Judging from the way he spoke, one would conclude that he is a man of
authority and discipline. I knew I had to brace myself for the coming days,
because I know there are rules. Rules which must not be broken to avoid
being evicted. Even though he has indirectly told me two of the rules, one is
to stay clear of his children, afterall he didn’t introduce me to them, the
second rule is to stay clear of his sister. “I will survive.” I concluded.
“I will go in now. I guess dinner is not yet ready. As soon as it is, she will
call you to the table as well as show you your room once she is done setting
it up. Until then, enjoy yourself with the tv.” He said dropping the remote
control on my laps.
I nodded affirmatively as I stared at the screen where a movie was being
aired.
One hour later, I was led into my room by Ben’s sister whose name I still
don’t know.
“There is a bathroom and toilet attached to the room.” She said opening a
door at the extreme of the room to show me the restroom. “Everything you
need is here and in case you run out of anything or you need something new,
don’t hesitate to tell Uncle Ben about it.”
I nodded with a smile.
“Goodnight.” She said walking away.
“Wait!”
she stopped and gave me an askance look, but just that moment, my phone
rang and on checking the screen, it was no other person than Lola.
“Never mind.” I said to Ben’s sister who walked out gently.
I angrily rejected Lola’s call and subsequently switched off my phone.
I can’t wait to lay my body on the king sized bed that stood before me.
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10

LOLA

I was indoor throughout today meaning I was unable to attend Ojo’s hearing
and I need no soothsayer to tell me I am in his bad book already. Afterall, he
rejected my call after which he switched off his phone.
Even though I didn’t attend the hearing, I still ensured that I followed the
hearing on various news outlets online. Such that, as soon as he was
granted bail, I saw it which made me try calling his number at night when am
sure he would have gotten home.
The door into my room opened and my mum walked in gently.
“Omolola.” She called.
I ignored her and pretended like I was asleep.
“Omolola, are you sleeping already?” She asked as she touched my feet.
Right from the time I was young, I respond to stimuli from touch in my feet
than other parts of my body. Even when am asleep, all you need to do is
touch my feet a number of times and I will wake up. Little wonder why mum
didn’t bother waking me or confirming if I truly was asleep.
“So, you were pretending?” She asked with a frown as I sprang up.
I looked down as I got down from my bed and left for the bathroom. I
returned moments later to meet my mum in my room. What a strong-willed
woman, even though she was sitting on my bed.
“You just shut yourself indoor, why?” She asked as if she wasn’t aware of
what happened the previous night. “If you feel any anger towards your father
because of the punishment he pronounced last night, you better write off the
anger, because it will do you no good.” She advised like everyone else.
Always potraying the old man as a god. “Am sure you know he is still
responsible for you, your upkeep, your education, even the shelter that you
enjoy under this white roof.” She added.
“He can take them for all I care.” I spoke for the first time.
“You are joking right?” She asked out of suprise.
“No, am not.” I replied defiantly. “Mum! How can I be joking, if at twenty five,
dad still make decisions for me. Most of my mates at twenty five are
graduates, working class and even married. I was left behind because dad
believed I am not matured to be in the university until I clocked eighteen. And
even at eighteen, I was not able to pass the tertiary exams until my second
attempt. Mum, even now at twenty five he still ruled my life.” I poured out.
“Well, he ruled your other siblings life until they got married and none of
them complained. Now they are doing fine, why should yours be different?”
“Mine is different because I alone own my life and I alone make decisions
concerning my life, because I take all the blames if things go wrong.” I replied
calmly.
Mum looked at me for a while, not knowing what to say.
“What was the court’s judgement?” She asked shocking me to the marrow.
“Who?” I asked out of shock.
She gave me a stern look before replying. “Your boyfriend.”
“He has been granted bail and the hearing adjourned.” I replied.
“Do you love him?” she asked.
“Yes mum. I love him very much.”
Even though I have been hiding it by keeping to myself always and locking
myself in my room, there is no way I was going to hide tonight. I started
feeling nauseous just like I feel every morning which results into me throwing
up.
“Are you okay?” Being a sharp woman, mum asked.
“Yes mum. Am fine.” I replied.
She stared at me for a while, probably studying me for any changes in my
physical outlook, even though there was nothing of such.
“Are you sure you are okay?” She asked, more emphatically this time.
I nodded in the affirmative.
She stood up. “Goodnight.” She muttered.
As she got to the door, she stopped. “You know you can always talk to me if
something is bothering you. Trust me, I won’t be mad at you.” She said as if
reading my mind.
“Am pregnant.” I announced silently.
Mum stared at me in horor. I knew she was expecting it, but she wasn’t
expecting it that minute.
“Hope by telling her of my current condition, I won’t be subjected to further
misery by my wicked father?” was the question I asked myself as mum
walked back to where I stood.

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11

Detective Farouk drove his white Toyota Camry to a halt outside Late
Barrister Joe’s apartment with two junior police officers with his in the car.
“Are we gonna drive in?” One of the two assistants beside Farouk asked.
“No.” Farouk replied as he released himself of the seatbelt and gathered a
couple of equipements he would be needing. “You set?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” The two officers chorused.
Without another word, Farouk walked up to the locked gate with the two
officers and with a key a got from the inspector in charge of the case, he
unlocked the gate and they filed in.
“You stay here and keep an eye outside. You come with me.” He instructed at
he made for the front door which he opened effortlessly.
Fourty five minutes later, after a thorough search of ever nooks and crannies
of the house, Farouk was very tired and spent, his ringing phone brought him
back to life.
“Detective Farouk here.” He said on picking up. “Right away sir.” He added
moments later.
“What’s the matter?” The junior colleague searching with him asked.
“You have to report to the station.” Farouk replied.
“But why?” The officer asked. But just as Farouk made to explain the reason
behind the new development, he could hear loud voices from outside the
house the house. Precisely at the gate.
I beckoned on my patner who followed me out of the house to the frontgate
where a man in his mide thirties was arguing withthe second officer.
“What’s going on here?” Farouk asked bringing calm to both parties.
“My name is Alfa Afeez.” The man introduced himself to Farouk who shook
hands with his warmly.
“Farouk.” He introduced himself too.
“I live down the street and as a landlord in this community, I have a right
under the law to question anymovement that I deemed suspicious. I hope you
know that?” the man began.
“Very well sir.” Farouk replied.
“The owner of this house, Barrister Joe was a very good man during his
lifetime and his untimely death really shook this community. The police have
placed his house under lock, only for me to see this man here and I
questioned him, but he seems to be hiding something, hence the reason he
threatened to go violent if i didn’t stop questioning him.” The man explained.
Farouk’s phone vibrated. He knew he was running out of time, and since he
was done with the real issue which broughtt him to the house, standing to
settle quarrels is another waste of time.
“Am very sorry for his behaviour. I am Detective Farouk. We are policemen
and are working tirelessly on getting Barrister Joe’s killer to book.”
“God help you.” The man prayed.
“Thank you.” Farouk replied shaking hands with him once again.
Five minutes later, he backed his car and drove out of the estate.
Alfa Afeez stood a little distance away from the house the moment he
realised what just happened. He held his communication device agains his
ears and spoke;
“Target indentified and confirmed.” He said. “Send his bio to my PDA.” He
added with a wicked smile.

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12

Mrs Ambrose sat with her daughter inside her room as they discussed the
issue at hand.
“Omolola, why?” The elderly woman cried. “What were you thinking? You still
have a lot ahead of you, first of all is your degree, you haven’t written your
final exams yet. The NYSC is ahead of you, upon completion, you will have to
join the saturated labour market, fight it out to get a job. All these you can’t
do with the distraction of a pregnancy.”
Even though Lola knew getting pregnant is a bad idea, but a risk worth
taking. Hence, the reason she stopped taking pills and the next time she had
sex with Ojo, she took it without struggle. She was ready to go as far as
possible in ensuring that she spends the rest of her life with Ojo, even though
she knew he parents will never give their blessing to such union, but after
recieving advice from Cindy, one of her friends in secondary school who is
now married. Her friend advised her based on the strategy she used on her
parents, which was to get pregnant for the man they so much despise, and a
marriage was arranged. Maybe Lola was plain stupid to ask if Cindy go
pregnant after school or while she was in school.
“Who is responsible, have you told him about it?” Mrs Ambrose asked, even
though she knew who the person is likely to be. But, she is afraid to admit,
and therefore hoped that her daughter has another lover aside the ‘criminal’
inside the police net.
“Ojo is responsible. And he knew about it…” Lola hadn’t completed the
statement when a stinging slap hit her accross the face.
“That bastard? That criminal will in no way father my unborn grandchild.”
Mrs Ambrose said angrily prompting Lola to quickly go down on her knees.
“Mummy, please. Don’t do this to me. I need your support now than ever…”
Mrs Ambrose angrily cuts in. “Shut up you fool. What were you thinking when
you opened your legs for that criminal, now you need my help and support.
You must be joking.”
Lola drew nearer to her mother as she held her leg.
“Mummy, I love him so much and I can’t imagine my life without him….”
Her mother cuts in angrily. “If you are in love, why not wait till marriage
before you get pregnant?”
“No mum, I know dad will never allow me to marry him. I did what I thought
would soften his heart.” Lola sobbed.
“You are mistaken, because with this pregnancy, your father still won’t allow
you to marry him. You know how your father is. And there is absolutely
nothing I can do.” Lola felt her hope crashing, because the only person she
thought could help her is backing out even before it started.
“But, there is a way.” Lola beamed as she heard this. “How many months is
it?”
“Less than a month.” She replied.
“Good! We will hide it. Your final exam is in a weeks time. By the time you
are two months gone, you would have finished your exam and maybe your
project.” She explained.
“And what happens next?” Lola asked.
“You leave town and in your own way you can break the news to your father
from wherever you are, that way, he won’t be able to vent his anger on you
as he would have loved to.” Mrs Ambrose explained. “That’s the only thing I
can think of for now. But, don’t worry, God will lead us aright.” With this, she
made for the door. “And when are you starting your ANC?” without waiting
for her reply, she walked out.

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OJO

By the time I woke up in the morning, the day was far spent. Lifting my eyes to the wall clock, the time says 11AM.
“Oh God!” I muttered as I got up from the bed and proceeded into the ajoining bathroom where I washed my face, then cleaned my mouth.
After which I went to the living room which was empty and well arranged. I sat down calmly as I flipped through the channels available.
“Where is everybody?” I asked myself as I stood up and proceeded into the kitchen which was empty as well, even though through the window, I could see a figure outside.
“Who is in there?” Barrister Ben’s sister asked.
“Its me.” I replied.
“Good morning sir. You breakfast is inside the warmer.” She said.
Seeing that I was in the kitchen, she must have thought that I was there because of food. Even though I am hungry, I must not show desperation. So, I left the kitchen and proceeded to meet her at the back of the house where she was washing.
“Good morning.” I greeted.
“How was your night?” She asked as she carried a bucket filled with clothes.
“Lemme help you.” I offered.
I knew she was going to protest, so I wrestled the bucket from her even before she reacted to me offer.
“Thanks.” She said as she led me to the clothing line. “I wanted to wake you up when Uncle was leaving for work, but he asked me to leave you.” She said.
“Thanks for not waking me up…” I drawled.
“Just call me Sharon.” She said.
“Nice name Sharon.” I complimented while she smiled.
When it comes to getting the desireable ‘lights’ from women, I am quite good with making them comfortable, especially with my fluency and looks. But just as a comedian once said; “person wey get money no fit sabi toast woman.” “the one wey sabi toast woman, no fit get money.” “the one wey get money, wey sabi toast woman, fit mumu.” As funny as it seems, there is still a bit of truth, because as for me, I sabi toast woman, but I no get money.
I ended up chatting with Sharon for the rest of the morning when she finished washing around twelve. By then, I knew enough about her already. She is twenty two, a student of the State university, studying Accounting.
“Do I dish your food now or when?” She asked from the kitchen.
“Abeg! The hunger wey dey worry me no be here at all.” My response drew out hysteric laughter from her.
“You too like food.” She said amidst laughter.
“I like good food.” I replied.
She walked into the living room bearing a tray on top of which a covered plate, a bottled water and a glass cup stood. “You cook nice.” I added.
“Thanks.” She replied.
I knew there had to be some sort of boundaries between us. First of all, as a respect to her brother who is helping me out of my case, and secondly because we are not mates and to avoid being disrespected. Lastly, because of my girlfriend, Lola.
“But, not as good as my girlfriend.” I added.
She dropped the tray on a stool in front of me. “I don’t need to be as good as she is. You already said I’m good. That’s enough.” She replied.
We continued chatting as I ate, and this time, it was my turn to tell her about myself.
“Life is full of ups and downs.” She said.
“Yeah, but I think mine is full of downs.” I replied.
“I trust Uncle Ben to get you out of the case permanently. He is one of the best around.” She marketed. “I hope you girlfriend hasn’t deserted you cos of your present predicament? That’s what most of them do.” She asked.
As if aware of the present situation, even though I kept mum as I ate silently.

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