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…


Unfaithful courtyard (Episode 1)

This is a work of fiction. Names and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to people; dead or alive or past events or works of other authors is merely a coincidence. 

All rights reserved including rights of reproduction in whole or part. 

©Gabriel G Odigiri,2017



Amanda lurched on the white washed prison wall. She took a drag of cigarette and puffed the smokes into the air. She threw it to the floor and squashed it with her left foot as a prison officer walked towards her. He appeared quite roguely in his faded brown uniform with a conspicuous red blotch embroidered on his breast pocket. He grinned at her, putting to display his oiled gaped tooth. Amanda literally threw up in her stomach as he gloated: “Madam lawyer wetin dey?” “Nothing…” She spat and continued: “Is the Warden free to see me now?” He smirked at her without responding and she pushed him out of her way and walked into the prison house…

Amanda paced the Warden’s office; left, right and center. She appeared furious like she intended tearing into shread the languid aged man seated with his hands crossed on his desk. “Calm down Barrister Amanda…” He wheezed. “Don’t tell me to calm down officer. You know my client is the victim, yet you…” Amanda vented. 

“She was at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Let her out of solitary… ” 

“We follow protocol Ma’am…”

“Protocol? We’ve come a long way Sir. I am perturbed you are bringing this up.”

“See barrister, I may be the head here but I am definitely a tail somewhere else…”

“Warden please be considerate. My client has a court proceeding the late part of this week. I need to speak with her… ”

“Please leave my office barrister…”

“Name your price… ”

Amanda sat at the visiting room. She looked contended but not satisfied. A woman was hurled into the room by a prison officer. Amanda swiftly stood like she was about to embrace the woman. “What did I say about the cuffs officer?” Amanda heaved her voice at the prison officer. “I dey follow instructions o barrister… ” the officer squawked. 

“Please uncuff her…” Amanda commanded. The officer reluctantly uncuffed her. They both sat facing each others. Amanda took a moment to access the woman. The woman was about thirty-five years old but appeared like a hagard teenage girl with deep eccentric eyes. She didn’t appear like someone who could hurt a fly.

“How are you doing?” Amanda asked. “I am okay…” the woman replied like she doubted herself. 

“You are not suppose to feel okay.”


“You slice your husband’s penis.”

“I am paying you to get me out…”

“And I feel wicked doing that… ”

“Then quit… ”

“I can’t even if I wanted to. I already signed up for this.”

“Then get me out of this hell hole. Do you know I was almost killed yesterday?”

“You sure have no remorse for what you did to your husband.”

“He was a dog and I was mad and tired of him…”

“Yes you are mad…”


“You are going to show the judge that you are mad.”


“I already made medical reports proving that you are mentally unstable caused by your husband incessant abuse.”

“Is it necessary?”

“Necessary for you to get freed… ”

                               TO BE CONTINUED