By Tatalo Aremu
Oh boy, oh boy, has anybody heard from the bespoke, be-jeweled and hair-splitting legal superbrat and braggart after the humiliating debacle in a London court? Mum has been the word from the mountebank. It has been rumoured that such was the resounding shellacking that the old boy decided to seek treatment in a London infirmary. What he needs is an infirmary for the morally and ethically infirm. Another version has it that he immediately flew home to seek rehab from native doctors in the ravines of his local community. Just as khaki no be leather, London no be Lugbe. It is said that a child who is not well taught at home will be forced to learn his lesson from outside the home. Once again, it is London that has come to the rescue of Nigeria’s ruined judicial and legal system.
The pomaded panjandrum had arrived in court hoping to bluff his way through the tangled web of lies, deceits, criminal forgery and perjury through the usual combination of blustery, braggadocio and boastful self-importance. He had let it be known beforehand that he was quite an important lawyer back home in Nigeria.
But the intrepid and eagle-eyed judge who could see fraud from a mile off was having none of that nonsense as he made a short shrift of both the man and his case. By the time he was through with our SAN sans commonsense, he was said to have cut sorry figure indeed. The judge even called to question his basic competence in evidentiary procedure.
It was another sad day of disgrace and dishonor for the Nigerian legal system. It calls attention once again to the terrible rot in the system. With this tragicomic unraveling, our man’s claims to a sham doctorate degree and a yeye professorship procured from a wosiwosi , back alley trading concern based in Zambia and the Caribbean have all gone up in a bonfire of vanity and venality. The matter will not end there, we promise.
