I am in court again.
The matter before ours was popcorn-worthy.
A senior (Sweaty-wig) was cross-examining a witness, a female trader with a louder voice than his.
It could have been stolen from an Ali-Baba comic strip-
“In your sworn deposition, you said you were there when the accident happened”
“Yes now, I hear ‘kpooh kpah’”
“Then you didn’t actually see it. You just heard it”
He is unprepared for his tenacious examinee.
Then some lip-smacking and an ‘is he retarded?’ expression
“I tell you say I hear Kpoh-Kpah. I go lie?- Kpoh- Kpah!”
Sweaty-wig was sweating some more. And his witness was loving the attention.
Even the judge was smiling.
After a little more drama, the matter was adjourned and I sit beside the Prof in our far classier (read: extremely boriiiing) maritime case. I take notes and try not to sleep.
I haven’t seen Posh-Tall all week. I ask Lekki-British who tells me she went to