JUSTICE OR CRIME
JUSTICE OR CRIME By Adrianpastol Nnochiri The sound was really extreme, so something must be wrong. I switched on the main lights from the wall switch close to my door so I could see better, standing up to reach it was the first punishment of the new day. I knew it wasn’t as early as the sun was already up; I have been awake for the past half hour but have laid back on my bed reading a novel as I do every morning, It had become a ritual in my life. Every morning I wake up, still laying on my bed I say my morning prayers which was usually very short as I am not the heavy binding type. Then I pick up whatever book I am reading from the side of my bed; switch on my bed side light and read. This was the only time I could actually concentrate, pushing up some chapters before starting out my busy Lagos life, I was reading AdrianPastol’s The Consequences, and I was so engrossed. It was the shouting that startled me back to my earth and I realized I was running late for work and so had to s