Prologue

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PROLUGUE

August 14th 2019,
Judiciary High Court, Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria.

I stared blankly at the black police van that pulled up in front of the court building vaguely aware of the reassuring squeeze of hand that my cousin was giving me. Turning towards him, he gave me a concerned look, silently asking with a raise of an eyebrow if I was ready to go. Mustering up all the courage I could, I gave him a nod and placed a ray ban over bloodshot eyes.
As we approached, the crowd of press gathered in front of the building equiped with notepads, cameras, mini and huge sized microphones rushed forward but were abruptly stopped a meter away from me by the guards__bouncers as I would love to call them. The sight of them could cause one to wet his pants. I could swear they totally spend 20hrs of their day in the gym. Besides, the bulgy hand muscles and massive upper body do not lie. I'm glad not to be at the receiving end of their shoves and hand barriers.
The press kept bombarding us with questions after questions to the point of suffocation while following insistently at our tail as we made our way to the court building. The disturbance attracted the attention of the accused__ a slender looking woman in a black pant and a long sleeved Ankara top. She stopped in her tracks, midway to the top of the stairs, causing the policemen leading her to try forcing her on. Turning on her restraints, she folded a cuffed hand towards us in plea
"I didn't do it" she said and looking more pointedly at me, she continued
"How could I do such a horrible thing, I'm innocent please."

Even with the evidence found against her, she still deny her crime.
Holding her gaze for a little while, I turned to the media personnels and answered
"The court will decide".
I allowed myself to be led  up the stairs and brisquely pass her and into the court.

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