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neck.
    Then one day something happened. I felt a tender pat on my shoulder and snapped my mind to the present. I opened my eyes to an apparition, a slender girl with a lean frame, small waist, skin like Cadbury cocoa, lumber length hair, snow white eyes and a flat lying nose.
    It was a real dream.
    She introduced herself to me as Terrine Tina Okanga a.k.a Terry… “And you are?” she asked.
    “Why do you want to know my name? It’s a name of wonder…”
    She smiled, again.
    “Are you always this wintry?”
    “As though you give a damn.”
    “Come on handsome, drop the sarcasm.”
    “What difference does it make?”
    “It makes in knowing what the hell is wrong with you to be talking in your siesta.”
    “Ahem…”
    “I have been watching you. Since you sat here in the guise of studying you did not even touch the books from where you placed them two hours ago. You are just staring at them… and worse still you are saying things in your nap.”
    Saying things…
    “What things?”
    “I think I’ve got your attention now…”
    “If you say so.”
    “You’ve got an attitude. Do you hate women?”
    “I got better things to do than hate you .”
    She rolled her eyes in you-are-not-my-type manner.
    “Anyway,” I said before she decided to go away. “I’m sorry. Be my guest.”
    As she took the seat next to me I saw that you-should-be-nicer-to-girls look on her face.
     

CHAPTER 21
     
     
     
    I preferred to call her Terry. She was the Secretary-General of the Nashville University Students’ Christian Union (NUSCU) and the Chairlady Women Students’ Welfare Association (WOSWA). She had come to spend some time with me because I looked lonely and she was convinced that something was bothering me and she was ready to help. No strings attached, she added.
    For the record, I was not lonely. I was just alone.
    “And what’s your name?” she asked me again.
    “Repeating the question for the umpteenth time does not change anything.”
    She smiled again. The gal was blessed with a beautiful smile.
    I told her anyway.
    “Son of Man? That’s a ridiculous name. I don’t believe you…”
    “What’s with you? You wanted to know my name and I have just told you. If you’ve got a better one for me why not tell me?”
    “Son of Man! Where did you get it from?”
    “This conversation is over… I don’t like pregnant questions.”
    “Okay. I am sorry. I never meant to…”
    “Forget it.”
    With a sorry look on her face she told me that she was just concerned.
    “I need nothing from you. If you’ve got nothing else to say to me I better get going…”
    “I was just wrapping up the day… it’s already in the evening. We can have a walk to the…”
    “You are not giving up, are you?”
    A smile lit up her face for the umpteenth time.
    “You say so…”
    Terry was in law, fourth year. She wanted to be a lawyer of lawyers. Stand for the poor defenceless ones in court as though pro bono would pay the bills.
    “I have seen and heard of many injustices around: the paedophile was acquitted because the little girl did not testify or because of lack of incriminating evidence; Nolle prosqui granted to those whose blood veins course with royal blood; the poor illiterate man was killed because he did not see the ‘Trespassers Will Be Shot’ sign…”
    “That’s quite a moving discourse. I hope your dream one day comes true… and where will you be earning your living from?”
    “Let me ask you something, Son of Man… a serial killer kills your fiancée on the eve of your wedding, you know him, the police arrest him and he’s taken to court, but he’s acquitted due of lack of evidence. Would you forgive and forget?”
    “The law, I think, is right… it deals with evidence and if there’s no evidence, the suspect is innocent.”
    “But how far would you go to mete justice… the law did not impose justice.”
    “Some debates are better left to lawyers… but to mete natural justice I will