Martin Beck Nworah Thursday, December 13, 2018 2
I was really charged up and excited in court today.
Court sitting was to commence at 9:00am and everyone was settled, waiting for the judge to make a grand entry.
When it was my time to announce appearance, I stole a look at the senior associate from my firm and smiled. He had no idea what was coming.
I stood up, adjusted my gown and began my intro.
"May it please this honourable and indefacticable temple of monumental justice. My Lot...sorry...My Lor...I mean to say My Lord...greetings."
Turning to everybody in the gallery, I announced loudly and bravely. "Cha cha cha...Igbo kwenu! Cha cha cha Igbo kwenu...kwenu...kwenu...kwezuoooonu ooooo."
There was drop pin silence in the court. Our senior associate pulled my gown repeatedly to make me sit down...for where? I have not even started.
The Judge was amused.
"Counsel what is your name?"
"My Lor...I am..."
The Judge cut me short. "Counsel, please use the right word if you must use same. It is My Lord or Me Lord, whichever you prefer."
I nodded and continued.
"My Lot... I am Barr. Martin Beck Nworah, MBN 1 of Facebook and Instagram, Esquire Global."
The senior associate with me bent his head at this point as everybody in court burst out in laughter.
I was very mean faced.
The Judge was weak.
As I wanted to open my file, I heard a loud bang from the court orderly and I was brought back from my fantasy land to reality.
We all stood up and ushered the Judge into the court room.
Oh, you thought I did all those things in reality? Hahahhaahhaha. I know you don't like me. I did them in my head and they'll stay there.
Till we get to the Promised Land, I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.