Compulsory Marriage - S02 E30

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Compulsory Marriage - S02 E30

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 30

That one week was the most anticipated one
of my life, i started fasting and praying to God
for his favour on this case because with the
evidence at hand, it might go either way. My
parent and everybody close to me were not
excluded; in fact my parent told me they have
been visiting different pastors and Alfa for
prayers.

Judgement day was finally here, we all arrived
at the court as early as 10am, court
proceeding started around 11am. After
listening to final submission, the judge finally
come out with the ruling and sentenced me to
eleven years imprisonment for man slaughter.

His submission was that even though there
might be an iota of truth that i wasn’t the one
that killed my wife and there are some people
out there after my life and my wife’s own, my
defence failed to proof beyond reasonable
doubt that i was not the one that killed my
wife and for the fact that my finger print was
the one on the knife found as exhibit.

He posited that the prosecuting counsel was
more convincing because they established
that there was actually a feud between me
and my wife and the fact that our call log that
day shows that we had a conversation like
argument which i later ended the call
abruptly. Evidence shows that i had something
with he person we are kidnapped together
which i didn’t deny too.
Based on the submission of both counsel, the
judge found me guilty of man slaughter rather
than murder because its very possible that the
stabbing was a mistake maybe during the
process of trying to safe myself. He advised
that my case will serve as a lesson to young
married couples to learn how to manage
differences in amicable ways as crimes
doesn’t pay.

As my parent were crying so were Biola’s
parent raised curse on me, they was jubilation
that finally justice has been served on me,
they called me all sort of names that i
couldn’t remember. It was a sad event
watching my father shed tears for the first
time, i couldn’t imagine the sort of torture
have put my parent through over the past one
year, from one trouble to the other all because
adultery, all because of 5minutes enjoyment,
all because i wanted to chance a lady i met on
the road and thought i could do hit and run
on.

After the conviction, i discussed with my
lawyer if there would be a case for appeal
which he told me was a two way thing, he said
it will be a bit dicey, if i win the appeal, the
judge might set me free or might reduce my
sentence. We will lay claim to the fact that
since it wasn’t intentional they should give me
leniency as have never committed a crime
before.

The sad aspect of it will be if the appeal
didn’t go our way, the judge might confirm the
sentence or even add more to it with the claim
that the judge were too lenient with me. He
explained to me that its a risky venture that
its all depend on me if i wish to pursue it or
spend 11 years which might not be more than
8 years in our normal calendar year. I gave
him the go ahead to appeal and let us risk the
outcome.

Days are becoming weeks, weeks turning into
months, have already spent more than 6
months in the prison after my sentence, life in
the prison was another thing entirely which i
don’t want to talk about for now. I was so
happy when they brought the news to me that
my appeal date has been fixed, it was a
month and half to the day they told me and i
was seriously looking forward to it.

I had an unusual visitor this lovely Saturday; i
was in my cell soliloquizing about how my life
has been for the past 2 years when suddenly
the warder called me that i had a visitor
waiting for me, i followed him to the visitors
room where i saw someone in small hijab, they
told me she was the person asking of me, i
couldn’t picture the face from far until i
moved closer and realized it was Simbiat