Gentlemen of the Bar - 12
ANGELA It is early, far too early in the morning to be plotting and scheming for the young girl whose plight has continued to haunt me for the time I have been in this town, yet it is all I have been doing for the past one hour. Naden is sleeping at the other side…
Diary of a Bored Housewife
Oh joy!…it’s the last Sunday of the month, and even you knows what that means – dinner at the Kensington Villa! I didn’t get lucky this month, the Duchess was very much in town and her fangs were out in full display.
Gentlemen of the Bar - 11
Angela Glowering at Barrister Shuiabu from his exalted position behind the dais, the judge is almost frightening in his anger. The court room is silent and the eyes of the fifty odd persons in the room are trained on the visibly quaking Barrister Shuaibu and the judge. “Sir, but the prosecution is not bound to…
Diary of a bored housewife #2
DEAR DIARY, I am so sorry I didn’t tell you about my day yesterday. Hmmmm, you know anytime I skip an entry I always have a good reason and boy I can’t wait to fill you in on yesterday! Just after I tucked you back in our little secret place, TK called and said he…
Gentlemen of the Bar - 10
THE OYELOWO MANSION DAMILOLA OYELOWO’S ROOM Awake even before the first light of dawn broke through the dark clouds outside the window, Martin Oyelowo lay behind his wife, inches away from her sleeping form, his eyes on the fine hairs of her neck. The flowery fragrance of her perfume filled his nose and brought back…
Gentlemen of the Bar - 8
Martin’s statement wasn’t a lie. He had been spent nights going through the file of their case in Kano and figuring ways to win the case without soiling his hard earned reputation. The case was a sensitive one, no thanks the civil rights organizations determined to milk the fanfare generated by the case for all it was worth.
Gentlemen of the Bar - 7
The police men ignore me, content to keep their gazes fixed on the man beside me. The table vibrates under my hand and I turn to see Naden thumping the sheaf of papers in his hand, his lips thinned in a determined line. He lowers the papers back to the table and then rises to his feet.
Gentlemen of the Bar - 6
“Look let me tell you something,” he said, touching Martin lightly on the arm. “You see, a woman who has been with you from the beginning, knows you and understands you better than any woman you meet today. See, my first wife Hauwa, that woman has been my strength…my rock in fact. You know I divorced Halima recently?”
Gentlemen of the Bar - 5
My jacket slung over my right hand, I walk into the office and right into the path of an argument between two lawyers, male and female. The argument stops and the lawyers nod at me in greeting. I respond and begin to walk past them when the female raises her finger to stop me.
Gentlemen of the Bar - 4
“Well, there is evidence that someone in your company has been receiving money from the Plaintiff. This should not be the case. The moment a tenancy agreement has been repudiated through the issuance of an eviction notice, the contract between your company and the tenant is terminated. Your company has no reason to benefit from a repudiated contract.”
Gentlemen of the Bar - 3
We leave the court, Angela and I. Outside the court premises, the driver is slouching behind the wheel of the white Mitsubishi Pajero Jeep that is the firm’s official car. He rushes out of the car, reaches for the handle of the attaché case in my hand and pushes it into the boot of the Pajero. We sit far from each other in the backseat. Her face is turned to window the entire length of the drive to the office, exposing the harsh lines of a jaw clenched too tight. I smile.