Vanity. Ares

he wanted to move on with his life as an adult, I
suppose,” hesitated Olu, whilst straightening his
white and cream looking tie. “But, according to
the records, a care worker arrived to your home
and you said, I quote: “He was a bad influence,
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with all the weed smoking, he’s about eighteen,
perhaps it’s alright that he did leave.” End quote.
Is this correct Mr Olatende?” said Cesare with a
simultaneous pulling at his red tie, the devil!
Only then did I notice the prosecutors silk red tie
accompanied by an ominous smile on his well
moisturised face for a solid piece of prosecution.
Olu was again stuttering somewhat as if he was at
a loss for words, saying: “Well, that is water
under the bridge. That was years ago…He moved
on.” he said all at once. The nail on the cross I
hung from, was cemented in regards to Olu,
especially so when Cesare said: “Have you seen
him since you deemed him a bad influence?”
“Well…. no,” started Olu clearing his heavy
throat, “No, I haven’t.” Cesare sat after a few
other queries I knew were merely second fiddle
to Mr Olatende’s acceptance that since he had
deemed me a bad influence he had never seen or
heard of me. The judge asked if my lawyer had
any questions and Connor said: “No, I think that
will be alright for Mr Olatende”, which I found
strangely devoid of fight and as if he had thrown
in the towel and perhaps even used it to massage
Cesare’s ego. Nonetheless, the trial had run over
its 5pm schedule and the judge told the court
that proceeding’s would continue the next day. I
entered my cell, after that first day of the trial and
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