Unfaithful Courtyard (Episode 4)


Cigratte’s smokes formed a rotund fog in the night sky. The night took the face of a troubled man at the mercy of alcohol, about to drive himself  into a ghostly ditch. 

The night appeared desperate to turn to day even as the stars  in the sky appeared like frozen rain droplets hager to melt down.  

The purview of the night sky could not stop Ade Coker and Obim Macaulay from taking turns to hit rock bottom under a thatch shade in the lustrous and ever raucous Maitama garden. Obim literally swallowed his glass of vodka while Ade grimaced at every sip of the sweetless vodka. 

One forgets how distasteful this is, when he needs to drown his sorrow,” Obim conversed with his glass.  Ade laughed with his chest dancing to the rhythm of his laughter. “You are making me to shed phantom tears.” “What does that mean?” Obim asked, looking unceremoniously angry. 

Take heart, pick up broken pieces and move on.”

“I can’t move on while a criminal moves freely in our land.”

“This is not your fight o, Obim…”

“It is please. Don’t it bother you as an officer of the court that the number of innocent folks in the prison outweighs the guilty? “

“Robinhood is no ordinary criminal o.”

“That’s the problem. When has the law become a respecter of man?”

“Men created the law… “

“To be above man. Remember legal law is an offspring of natural law. Natural law is not a contrivance of man.”

“The system is made and run by men. What is your point anyway?”

“The judge was unjust…”

Ade stared bewilderedly at Obim. “Are you insinuating that Justice Maxwell Amadi accepted bribe from the defendant.” Obim gulped another glass of vodka and belched. “I’m certain. He did not only accepted bribe, he altered the cause of justice.”

“That’s a vile allegation.”

“Come on. Justice Amadi has done enough. His cup is full. I will make sure that first in monday morning, a petition against him is on the top desk of the Nigerian Judicial Council.”

“That’s too hasty, if you ask me. Take time to rethink this over. This may put you in a bad light.”

Obim laughed erratically, “against the law? I’m a senior advocate of the law. Do you think I came so far been a chicken?”

Ade kept mute like he was processing Obim’s last statement in his mind. “You are drunk. Get some sleep.” 

“I am as sober as a bird in the sky,” Obim said dramatically.

Ade remained silent for a couple of seconds before he blurted out: “Why am I having the feeling that this is beyond the count of charges levelled against Chief Robinson?”

Obim gave a short cynical chuckle and spoke endearingly fetish: “I seek justice for the oppressed. For the helpless. For the betrayed. For the dead. For my niece.”

“For your niece?”

“If Chief Robinson  is never convicted for other crimes he committed,i will make sure he is convicted for killing my niece Mary. Even if is the last thing I do on earth…”





Unfaithful courtyard (Episode 2)


At the early hours of the day, news reporters from media houses across the nation with their camera men inundated the parking lot of the Maitama highcourt, waiting for the poster child of Nigeria’s organized crime to make his grand entrance.

Almost three hours standing under the sun, anticipating the arrival of the grand master, and sweating profusely from every part of their bodies.  The News reporters retired on their buttocks at mercy of the Court’s pavement. 

At noon, a black van with a deafening siren drove into the parking lot. The News reporters leaped for joy. They darted after the van as it rode even to escape them. 

Heavily armed DSS operatives alighted from the van and ordered the News reporters to retreat but they spurned the order. However, they boisteriously gave way as the DSS operatives flashed their firearms at them.                             

Chief Robinson Udoji A.K.A Robin hood was frantically hurled out of the van like a petty thief by two DSS operatives. He looked more like the caricature of him that appeared on the dallies than the pot-bellied bleached philanthropist that was honored with a prestigious chieftancy title that made society’s pages. 

His hands and legs were cuffed with metal chains, making it almost impossible for him to walk on his own. He held on the shoulder of one of the DSS operative like a life support. He leaped with the aid of the DSS man. One struggled step after another.

With over a million cameras in his face and yelling News reporters pushing microphones in his mouth and almost hauling his remaining body flesh out of his skeleton. Mr. Robinson saw his doom at his front. 

But it was not to be…

He had multiple charges tied over his neck. Felony — mass murder, abductions, extortions, but to mention a few. Mr. Robinson was to breathe his last fresh air after the Judge’s verdict… 

Senior advocate Barrister Obim Macaulay was the plaintiff. He debated his lungs out to ensure Mr. Robinson was convicted but in the end, the charges were dropped. Mr. Robinson walked free and the News reporters came for him like vultures over a debased corpse. 

                    TO BE CONTINUED…