I never imagined being in a court waiting bay. The room was quite cold and the bay compared to the judge’s thrown drew the difference! Difference between comfortable and uncomfortable! I only met rhetorics in my drama class until when I faced them in real life In the waiting bay. I used to watch criminals only in action movies. I used to listen only in radio stations that injustice is equal to air, it’s there but not seen, since when you see it and talk, you’ll be silenced forever. Sometimes injustice is made to resemble justice, but these are two different things. “I agree justice is absent just like the rains during the summer.” Was I to face this statement and live as a witness? But never mind anyway, the chief thing is, I was there waiting, waiting for the judge to arrive.
People may be in an abattoir but their motives very different. Some may be workers, some customers but thieves may be there too. This was the case in the court. Attending church services was my weekly routine. Everyone saw a good person in me. They all envied me. On the waiting bay I used to recall very many encouraging words from my pastor. ” The world is an unfair place for everyone. Be ready, you’re an endangered species.”The court was full but silence reigned, people in ties were there. I was in my short, unkempt hair, the cooking oil I had applied on my body ever embarrassed me, the smell was too strong. Anyway I had no choice since that was what we afforded. The arrival of very many people in the court meant differently to me. Good news and worst news too.
The oil smell was covered by strong perfumes, very expensive, I should say. That one served as good news. But look, there is the worst part, the bad news, I knew the judge would arrive anytime. My chelsea shirt, which I only claimed mine on that very day, but on the ground, at home, it was nobody’s. Wake up early it’s yours. My “akalla” shoes portrayed my status hence I stood no chance to the “lucky ones.”
If each thought was to be justified instantly, I think I would be in General’s suit. General Obato was the rightful dad to Jane. His tie send a message to everyone. His shoes proved a standing ovation. What a good life! He was a man who you hardly met, but Jane was my best friend. We played together and schooled together. We two were in good terms and form with our then pastor. Soldier’s footsteps were heard from outside the court. Everyone was attentive!
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