Chapter 111 THE JUDGE'S MIND

The judge looked like judges do and he had the voice of a judge. He heard all the arguments my lawyer and the EFCC lawyer made patiently until they were done.

He turned to me.

“Who did you say gave you the money?” he asked.

“Mr. potter,” I said.

“And you say he was in this country before?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered.

“How did you meet?”

“Through a friend of mine.”

“Where is this friend of yours?”

“He died, your honor. He was travelling to Europe through the desert and he died on the way.”

“Going for greener pasture, right?”

“Yes, your honor.”

“So, you did not swindle the white man out of his money? This Mr. Potter you talked about?”

“No, your honor,” I said. “He contacted me and send the money to me.”

“Why didn’t he send it to your friend?”

“My friend was already dead by this time, your honor,” I said.

“And he gave you two million pounds without string attached?”

“I think he had pity on me,” I said. “He had cancer and he probably thought given someone without a job the money was the best