The judge; a middle aged fat fatherly man enters the court room amidst hush hush, shuffle of feet and a loud bang.
I was escorted in, from my corner, in my yellow buba by two constables. The 55 pair of eyes peered into me but were blinded by the shiny gold sequins that adorned every inch of my yellow buba.
The judge asked me, “did you kill him?”
I smile and reply, “no I did not”
He bows his head and looks at some papers before him, perhaps my statement of “guilty” the morning I was arrested.
The judge, eyed me again trying to judge the emotions behind my dark brown eyeballs, and the way I had half hidden them behind my eyelids made it hard.
Please tell us what happened he said.
I didn’t kill him, but I’m happy he died. I’m happy someone who caused me so much pain has left the earth. I’m happy he is dead, I wish the death that took him was rough and painful and that he knew he was dying. I wish I was the last face he saw as he breathed finally.
Another round of hush hush ensured, the scrapping of feet across old tiles, the shuffling of hands, perhaps by those who where mourning and the stroke stroke of pen on dry paper by the stenographer.
Miss Nkah, you would tell this respectable court everything that happened and leave wishful thinking for bed time stories, I ask again what happened?”
I adjust my headscarf and look deep into my audience, the crowd. “He died and I’m happy, but I didn’t kill him.
I would never kill anyone, that’s why I serve God, it is he who kills and He is pretty much great at killing. Do you remember how he slayed all the first born Egyptian sons? In one night! Or when the ground opened to swallow up those couple that lied about their money.” I burst into an insane laugh. “Why would I kill? incur his wrath when he would readily murder for me?
I did not kill Matoh and I’m very glad he is dead. For everything he did to me and for all the time he stole from me, how he lied to me and sold me castles that were made with mere paper. For how he tricked me into believing he was a good man and that he was in love with me, for how he dumped me over the phone and made me cry, for how I lost my job because I lost my mind, for everything, even death seems not enough.”
You Miss Nkah was the last visitor to the hotel room Mr Matoh resided, can you tell us what happened that day?”
“It was for closure, he invited me for closure but I know he hoped to defraud me of my genitals, I went to talk. I wanted to see how easy the lies would leave his mouth.”
It showed here according to the autopsy that he died of heart failure caused by poisoning. Did you have anything to do with that?
“I did not kill Matoh, I did not. The weed was a gift, he liked to smoke before having sex and he asked me to bring him some. I don’t smoke so I don’t know.”
Where did you purchase this illegal marijuana?
I’ve had it for a long time, about 2 years ago, I seized it from a friend of mine who tried to commit suicide.
Heavy sighs and hmmns filled the room but my face remained expressionless.
The accusing counsel who had been silent since stood up and clapped his hand. “So you gave him a piece of smoke that you knew could be dangerous?”
I reply back “I didn’t know it was dangerous, I had it. Where did you client expect I get marijuana from in a country where it’s illegal?
We had broken up and I was done doing his dirty jobs.
It was he who chose to smoke and chose to drink, his eyes were red and peering into the deep cut blouse I wore, I saw his organ rise. I remember his croaky voice as he asked do you have anything to drink. I told him he should order from the restaurant but he was reluctant, perhaps not wanting any interruption if we started fucking. So I gave him the can of beer that was with me.”
The counsel jumped so high, clapping his hands and said “aha! But you say you did not kill him? What was in the drink and where did you get it from?”
“It’s a memorabilia, it’s part of the things I seized from my friend who tried to kill himself with it.”
“You mean you took poisonous things off the table of someone who wanted to kill themselves and gave them to a man who did not want to?”
I did not give them to him, he asked for me to give him the weed and a drink and I did.
Poisonous weed and drink
I wouldn’t know, I have never tasted them
If you had we wouldn’t be here
I’m not a smoker, neither am I a drinker like your dead client
Miss Nkah could you tell us what happened after he drank and smoked?
He pleaded with me and moved closer to me, he rubbed my laps and attempted to kiss me, he took off his shirt and his trousers and help me removed mine and he proceeded to sleep with me. I couldn’t stop him because he was so eager and even if I told him about the vow, he would not have understood or believed
What vow?
The vow to keep myself clean and chaste
Pretence
Your honor?
Lies
Are you saying Mr Matoh forced himself on you?
….
Miss Nkah, you will answer this honorable court
Not really
Then?
He was eager and cunning and I couldn’t stop him. He had broken up with me, why would he attempt to rub my breasts and have sex with me even after I told him to stop.
This vow you mention, please tell us about it
It’s just a vow between me and my God to remain holy and clean for him and it was Mr Matoh that made me break it.
The entire court house was thick with silence and you could hear a pin drop. Someone coughed from one end, another coughed from another end and the court became like a coronavirus infirmary ward with coughs erupting from all corners of the small room.
The judge peered deep at his crowd and hit the gavel loud and there was order
He looked at me
Miss Nkah, you gave your ex lover a…
I cut in, he wasn’t my ex lover o, he was the man who deceived me, he was my enemy and I had gone to dialogue with him.
You gave your enemy some weed and a bottle of beer that were poisonous?
Your honor, I gave him what he asked for. It was a stick of weed and a bottle of beer I had seized from a friend who wanted to end her life with them
Ha!!!
So they were poisonous?
I don’t know, I never tasted them
More hush hush, more shuffled feet.
The judge is up and my case is being adjourned till the last Monday of the next month.
When my constables lead me out. I pass by matoh’s mum, sister and cousin. They eye me and mouth “murderer”
I draw out my tongue and whisper “family members of a demon”
The constables push me forward into the long corridor, the van is at the other end but I am happy.