When I alighted at the Last Bus Stop in Kaduna for transits coming from Abuja. I took an Okada (commacial motorbike) to the address in the slip the Judge's assistant handed to me three days ago.When the bike dropped me, I figured I
had made a mistake. The address didn't seem to match up with the building I faced.This place didn't look like any school I had ever seen. It's more like a top celebrity mansion.
The way in was concrete driveway. The lower-chest walls also looked like concrete instead of blocks or bricks. It was topped with what seem like electric fence. The gate was a see-through iron gate with two wings that could be drag together to close. But what surprised me the more was that the gate stood ajar.
I checked the address again on the court
document. Right place. Right plot number 0077. With a little doubt and more tension, I stepped through the open gate and walked up the driveway, cautiously looking for any sign that indicates the presence of Canine creature.You see those creature whose ancestor's name is Bingo, I'm not a fan of them at all. So I was very mindful of my steps.
In front of me stood an old British Three storey building but it look more modern. I guess it's been renovated craftfully by modern engineers. It mirror tinted glass windows were reflecting the sun into my tired eyes. Red tiled roof.
The driveway split into a circle, the building entrance covered by a roof extension, I guessed so that visitors wouldn't get wet stepping in and out of their cars during a downpour. In the middle of the circular driveway stood a fountain and a reflecting pool with some harmless pigeon about a dozen and half of them pitch on the edge of the fountain making their usual noise.
At least that gave me a clue that this isn't a ghost house.
An old brown statue stoop before me. It was a blindfolded woman holding a scale in her hands, with an inscription boldly writing on her forehead 'Justice is blind.'
Did the judge sentence me to a law school?... Who told him I want to be a lawyer?... Damn it! By the time I clear my doubts, and it's positive, I will put on Usain Bolt's sneakers and bolt like a Cat.
In my case, justice was truely blind, deaf,
and infact dumb to me. Samson, you did injustice to me. I flashed back.I approached a double wooden doors and they swung open. A big black complexion guy with a blue suit, white shirt, and red necktie held it open for me. I stopped. This guy is so black as if he was bathed with charcoal water on the day of his birth.
Hardly anybody wore a blue suit with red tie. Looks awkward to me. This couldn't be the right place.
"You're a student?" the guy asked.
I nodded. Looking at my surrounding.
"First day?" he asked.
"Yes Sir ."
"That's right. Come in."
Cool, air-conditioned air attacked the sweats on my face. After riding in the early morning hot sun, stuffy bus, it felt refreshing to be bombed by a cool air.
I followed the huge black guy to the other side of the lobby. Sitting at a desk behind a counter, another big guy wearing an identical suit and tie, surrounded by TV monitors and a panel with lots of dials and buttons. It looks fanciful like an airplane cockpit. It was furnished with leather chairs, thick carpeting, and dark wood-paneled walls.
The guy monitoring the over a dozen led-monitors looked up from his joystick panel and asked, "anything for the guys?"
Remembering how the doorman warned me to be deferential. Not knowing if he was asking me such question like Police to Taxi drivers, I said, "Yes, sir," and handed the court documents to him.
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