“Mr. Fanny you have two cases before you. Twenty pounds of drugs was found in your bedroom and your daughter shot a police officer,” Fred said, pacing up and down the interrogation room.Mr. Fanny with handcuffs on his wrists, cut in, “She shot the police on his leg.”“Shooting is shooting, regardless the body part involved. Come on that officer is lying in the hospital with one leg up.”“But she shot out of provocation. She is going to plead not guilty because the police abused her verbally.”“Till then, Mr. Fanny, you risk going to jail. Twenty pounds of drugs is not twenty pounds of cookies. I never knew you did drugs. I am so disappointed in you.” He looked away.“Is a set up, Fred. Look at me Fred it is a set up. Why didn’t the unanimous caller make herself available, why call you after some interior decoration company fixed my house. I suspect that company. They planted the drugs. Someone wants me down.”“You may think the unanimous caller is after you but the police doesn’t see
Brian was at the basketball court with Mr. Biscuit. He had played fervently today and was sweating profusely.He glared at his watch and it was time to visit grandma at the hospital; earlier after Meyer cursed her, she fell ill the night of that day and was rushed to the hospital. Brian had murdered himself severally for pulling such a stunt and would never forgive Meyer. Grandma had developed fever and the doctor had complained she had developed high blood pressure- which Brian suspected to be traceable to Meyer’s curse. When his parents called he had lied about grandma’s whereabouts and refused to bring them in the know of her health status.Mr. Biscuit ran straight to the car and took off from the car to make to the opposite direction; it seemed to have seen someone and Brian called on it, “Biscuit where are you off to? Come back here.” And when Brian ran after it, he saw Meyer, stroking biscuit on the head. “What do you want? What are you doing here?” he commanded Mr. Biscuit,
The court hearing was between Sia and the State’s attorney. Sia’s lawyer being ken was very much on time to meet with Sia at the police station to brief her about what to answer at the court.“You haven’t lied to me about the whole thing. You told me you shot the police, and that is the truth, you did. But I don’t want you to tell the court you did without reasons. The court will want to play on your gullibility, they would want to see you disgrace and expose yourself by yourself but you are going to play by my rules and not theirs. If you play by my rules, I assure you, you are going to walk through the door of freedom but if you don’t, you will have to secure a permanent corner in jail. But I don’t want that to be your fate,” ken had said to Sia“So what is the rule?” Sia had asked, looking puzzled and anxious like a dog after its bones.“You will plead not guilty. Use the term not guilty. Read my lips. You will tell them you are not guilty because the complainant abused you verba
Sooner than usual they returned from the recess. Everyone watched with blinking eyes, and rapt attention as the judge pronounced his judgment.Over the pew Mrs. Fanny clenched her hands to that of Mrs. Coleman, shut her eyes as the judgment was being pronounced. Sia had shut her eyes, and shook her head in disappointment as she expected the judgment to be against her. She had not been to jail but she had heard a lot of horrible events and lifestyle that hung around jail, and she wasn’t prepared to be the villain or the heroine of jail. As she shut her eyes she pictured her past with Brian, with Brian and she wished she could meet with Brian and ask for his forgiveness before going to jail; She knew she had hurt him but it would be fair to meet with him for the last time and iron out their differences.As for Brian she would want to advise him to turn a new leaf and start loving well… she was thrown into the bed of her imagination when the judge’s voice interrupted her.“This is the j
“I can’t thank you for what you did for my daughter, Ken. You have been wonderful ever since you offered us your services,” Mrs. Fanny said, stirring her coffee and beaming a huge smile at Ken who was busy baking a hot cake for them.Mrs. Fanny and Sia paid Ken a visit at his house to appreciate him for paying the sum of fifty thousand dollars to finalize her release, even after winning the court case that almost sent Sia to jail.“Oh common, I mean I couldn’t stay and watch a pretty, young damsel like Sia risk going to jail,” he said and turned off the oven, “Should I cut you cake?” he asked them, staring lustfully at Sia.“Oh yes, I would need much of it,” said Sia, blushing.“Cake goddess. She likes cake a lot,” said Mrs. Fanny, smiling at Sia.Ken cut them a large portion and served them at their chair. He had his portion too, as he gave a mouthful bite at his portion and munched hungrily. “I love cake too. Meanwhile we shouldn’t be taking coffee. We got to be toasting to the vict
Brian cuddled the baby who had been crying for a time too long now. Sia was busy making his food in the kitchen. Suddenly the baby quietened and started sleeping once Brian stood up and paced around the room. He had been frequenting her house since the child birth and helping her out in the parenting duties. Although he wasn’t happy grandma was lying helpless in the hospital, he fancied the fact that she wasn’t around to stop him from visiting Sia, better still she wasn’t around the day he helped Sia put to bed.When Sia came with the food she smiled at her baby who was in Brian’s arms, sleeping innocently and effortlessly. She dropped the food on the table, collected the baby from Brian and about to lay him in his bed, he shook his legs and started off with a dull cry.“Shhh,“ she tried to nurse him yet it was useless; he had increased even the more, throwing his arms and legs this way and that way. And she was forced to return the baby to Brian. In a matter of seconds the baby qu
The four hoodlums were busy at the tunnel, smoking cigar and marijuana bickering over Brian’s inability to pay up the twenty thousand dollars, and Brian being on their necks for letting it linger for so long a time and Brian still breathing upon the surfaces of Miami.“What do we now, niggers?” one of them asked, affixing a cigar to his black thick lips, “Because we can’t wait any more. It has lingered.”“Yes it has lingered and Brian has to hear from us. From all I have seen he is giving us the folly ride,” the other said.“Indeed he is giving us the folly ride,” another said, smoking heavily, “His name is on our bullet.”“No,” another suggested, “I advise we take his name off our bullets,” he drew from his cigar and blew effortlessly that some let through his nostrils, “This is what we will do, his grandma is ill at the hospital. If we murder her it will get to Brian harder seeing that he loves her so much.”“Nice idea,” one said, shaking his head, “But are you sure she is at the ho
In few minutes they were back from recess as everyone converged for the judgment. Sia stared around and noticed Brian was nowhere around. She combed around the court but to no avail. She wondered what could have made him to disappear so soon. Everyone stood as the judge walked and had his seat. He peered at the audience through his glasses and before casting a stern look at Mr. Fanny who was restless and sweating profusely on his face an d glaring at his family. The whole place suddenly became quiet as the judge set to declare the judgment“The suite number 203 which has the plaintiff in possession of 56 kg of cocaine is one that should sound as an eye-opener first to the plaintiff and second to everyone under the sound of my voice. Having listened to his plea of not being guilty despite his history of drugs peddling which could be c