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FILMSPIRATION #2 – No Film School? No Problem

You don’t have to go to film school to become a great filmMaker.

While it does help A LOT , what is most important is a love for cinema and a desire to tell stories.  Once you have those two, the rest will be much easier to pick up.  It doesn’t matter if you have a degree in something unrelated.  You aren’t the first and wont me the last. If cinema is in your blood, you don’t need a piece of paper to certify you to make great films.

Study cinema, increase your knowledge of cinematic narrative.  Tell your story in a way only you can tell it using the language of cinema.

Shane Carruth spent  5 weeks shooting PRIMER with a crew of 5 made up of friends and family. Shooting at a 2:1 ratio cos film stock(16mm) was so little. He storyboarded every shot.

Post Post Production? That took 2 years. You don’t stick to a project not making you money that long if its not driven by love. The $7,000 budget Sundance winner is hailed as the most exact time travel film ever made.  #BeFilmspired

GETTING ON, YOUR VISUAL LITERACY

Cinema is a global language, it’s a visual language, that’s why its called MOTION PICTURE.   The use of images to tell a story. Before sound “the talkies” filmmaker could only rely on the picture and cards to tell the story.  Buster Keaton didn’t like the use of card, so he made sure his images told most of the story.

As filmmaking has evolved, so has its language.   The way an image conveys a message, a story, says something about the person within the frame, whats happening to them and how they are feeling.

Filmmakers use framing, composition,lighting, lens choices and camera movement to interpret a story, convey an emotions make a psychological statement.

Filmmakers require visual literacy to know how to best carry out these things and its acquired by  paying attention to cinema, understanding how certain choices tell the story the best, create an experience, convey emotions and a psychological connection in a visual form.

Watch films by great directors, not just what came out last week.  Go back 40,50, 60 years as see how they told stories visually.

Why would you use a CU instead of a MS?  How does that convey the feelings of the character or the aim of the scene better?  What lens ,shot composition, type of lighting is best to convey the feeling of claustrophobia or isolation in a room full of people?

Just making pretty pictures is never enough, WHY behind your choices is the most important thing as a storyteller. The HOW can easily be googled and accomplished.  The WHY?  That is something you have to take time to build, and you do that by studying great cinema, watch great films with the Director’s Commentary on. Listen to interviews of how a Director made their film and the choices and challenges they faced.

Sometimes you may even need to study bad films to learn what not to do and why certain choices by that filmMaker didn’t work.

ENGEDI

A field of blood, bodies litter the ground, strewn all over the field in death and dying positions, arrows in the ground, smoke billows to the skies. This is Engedi .The wounded taking care of the dying, The medicine men attended to their survivors ,stepping over the bodies of the dead. A great battle has been fought here.

On the south side of the field, are several tents, a prominent stands out from the others that flank it, two heavily armed guards stand outside the entrance.

A small donkey trots towards the tent, on it , a greying man,face etched with wisdom, this is SAMUEL the last judge of Israel, God’s voice to the people. He is old, he is tired. His official duties reduced when he annointed a King the people had demanded for many years ago. As he aks this all in he wonders if he made a mistake

Edging closer, he comes to a halt as a herd of rams being led by an agitated looking soldier who must have drawn the short straw, almost runs him over.

The soldier ,sees who it is, and falls to his knees lowers his face apologising profusely. Samuel waves him off, and continues as the young militant chases after the ram

Samuel halts at the regal tent, which has two guards waiting outside, their chests shoot out in attention when they see him. He walks in.

Inside , a lean strong handsome young man, piercing hazel eyes sits upon a throne. He is conversing with an equally regal looking men, much older, fat cat ,with tanned skin of , the Amalekite king he had just done battle with.

Seeing Samuel he rises to his feet, and welcomes him in like a proud child expecting praise. My Leige, welcome,have you come to offer sacrifice. The bleating of sheep from outside leaks into the room.

Where did all this come from?
“From the battle,, its the spoils of war . Enought to sacrifice to the Lord, thanking him for victory, and for he men to take home to feast with their families”
Samuel’s brow forrows
“You were told to destroy everything”,
“i just thought that”
“Everything Saul. The instruction was very clear”
“Surely, a there’s nothing wrong with wanting to sacrifice to the Lord in gratitude”
“To obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken better than the fat of rams”

Saul is silence, his face falls , Samuel walks away leaving Saul standing silent. Samuel swiftly walks back in ,making a beeline for the obese man delightfully snacking on a huge drumstick and sum clueless at what this old man wants from them. He raises his hand to reveal a large sword that comes down as swiftly as it appeared. The wine spill to the ground, Blood flies across the room staining the tent

“The act you failed to obey, has caused another to be anointed as King, the Lord has left your home”

Samuel walks out of the room, the blood mixed with wince pooling around the headless corpses, and diverts coursing its way towards his feet, the light in his eyes fizzle out.

My Story

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From a very young age I was an avid reader, this extended to an interest in writing when in Yr5, we were told to write a story as a class assignment. That,was the spark that set my creativity on fire.

From that day i was consumed with the passion to write, It became my number one hobby, and even as young as 11 i had started writing a small novel.

Going into my teen years my passion increased, i dreamed of a future where i would be a novelist, like those i admired, but the Nigeria of the 90’s was not one that supported creative career, least of all one as a writer. So i took all science subjects , so i could be a “professional” in the future, but was miserable and the only thing that kept me going was the writing i did on the side; short stories which got good feedback from fellow book worm friends.

Fast Forward to my Bsc graduation day . I was sitting with a group of friends talking and one of them mentioned changing careers and going to film school to pursue his directing dream.That was when it CLICKED. All the stories i had been writing i always imagined them becoming films. As i’d write i’d see my self on set discussing the scene with actors.

From that moment i was fired up, i started to research on how to write scripts, watching every behind the scenes interview i could find; finding every screen writing article or fiction writing book i could lay my hands on. At one time i had to copy by hand a book on writing that a friend didn’t allow me borrow.

I regularly checked end credits of shows i enjoyed to see if i could send my script in and enter the business. I eventually did make it in as a staff writer on a show called The Station (thank you Lanre Yusuf and Ike Umeadi).

There i met and worked with Kenneth Gyang. We’d have extensive discussions on film and cinema then one day he screened “City of God”. That film was a revelation, it was not a Hollywood movie, and yet, this little film took the world by storm and create a buzz in the film community. We had been inspired by the story of Robert Rodriguez (El Mariachi) and Kevin Smith(Clerks) but this was something else. I felt, if our Brazilian brothers could make a film like that, why cant we?

I resumed my search for a film school and found SAE Institute London. Film School was certainly useful,but aside a documentary most of the work i did i was not happy with. I was depressed, my dreams of directing were becoming like an ice cube on the Sahara

Then one day i ran into a friend Sunny King, who i grew up with back home, but had relocated to the UK since our teens . We had not seen in over a decade, so imagine what it was like discovering we were both pursuing a career in “the pictures”.

We’d have lengthy discussions about movies we liked and where we saw Black,Nigerian and African Cinema going, even dubbing the change of pace as The Naija New Wave .

Our talks revitalized me a little, and by the time he made his short(SIGNS) where i was a Lens Visual Precision Adjuster( ok , i was a focus puller) and it got good reviews, i was determined to do something.

Like Kurosawa said, “With a good script a good director can produce a masterpiece, with a bad script, one can’t possibly make a good film”. Trying to minimize location and cost I wrote a script that was all dialogue and no story, naturally it fell on it’s face. I was beginning to question if i had “the right stuff.”

Two more friends from grad school made nice short films and i was mad at myself for slacking, and determined to try again.

Luckily this time, i had watched an old Hitchcock interview on YouTube and it completely shifted my paradigm, when he said, “tell the story visually and keep the dialogue to a minimum.”

I took that advice literally, wrote another script, and with the last few pounds in my account made a short film called BLISS. Recruiting a course mate from school as producer(Roberto Iacurci) we set a date and God willing the shoot went great.

We released it on FaceBook on vatlentines day, and for the next two months, we had comments coming in, the responses were very encouraging,people enjoyed it.

Too broke at the time (and too late) to enter for many film festivals, we got into the Corona Fastnet Short Film Festival , and got a Special Mention .

This revitalized me, and i realized all those disdained films were my REAL film school.

Like the Edison story about the creation of the light bulb, i didn’t fail, i learned several way how NOT to make a movie. They were my learning curve and made me realize just exactly what indie film makers and the one back home had to go through to get a film made and realize their vision, and how sometimes despite passion and best intentions, it doesn’t work out.

ON THE FUTURE

Nigerian cinema is growing both domestically and in diaspora. With films like Half of a Yellow Sun and Mother of George premiering at TIFF, Confusion Na Wa at Rotterdam , Gone too Far at the BFI and the trailers of historical dramas “October 1st” and “76” have also raised a lot of excitement.

It is very clear that Nigerian Cinema is switching into a whole new era and i’m excited for what the future holds

This is my short film BLISS.

Please check it out, leave a comment (on YouTube) and share. Thanks.

kRYPTONITe

In every relationship, there is something that has got to give, it may be something small, it may be something big, Here is a little sketch i made a little while ago, based on the stereotype of Black Man’s Kryptonite, hope u like , pls if u have a YouTube account drop a comment and share , if u like it

Shadow Dance

The other day I came across this Bruce Lee quote , the “Be water my friend ,Be formless” .That got me thinking about the man, and the legend that he became while alive and even more long after his death. More than any other individual, he has been responsible for the spread of Martial Arts into the mass conscious of the world. He has been immortalized in video games, where characters have been created in his likeness, and he is constantly referenced in movies till this date. Many people tried to imitate him, coming up with names like Bruce Lai, and the like, copying his look, hairstyle, dress sense and fighting style , but none of them could ever be like the original, who after 40+ years after his untimely death at age 32 is still fondly remembered.

Shortly after the legend passed away, there was a young rising star, who co-starred in a bit part with Bruce, where he put up a good fight but promptly got a can of whoop ass opened on him. This young star was one of those dreaming of being the next martial arts legend, to fill the void that the departed legend had abruptly left. Unlike many others , who cut their hair like Bruce and tried to be his replacement, this young star decided he didn’t want to be the next Bruce Lee, but the first him. He was already trained in the martial arts, dance and acting, all benefit of the Peking Opera school where he met future collaborators Yuen Biao and Sammo Hung.

He was a huge fan of the silent movies from America, the comedic works of Harold Lloyd, Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin and The Three Stooges. Takes those great inspirations, he fused them with his martial arts training creating something that had never been seen before, Martial arts movies with a comedic edge.

He’s gone on to become one of the biggest stars out of Hong Kong and maybe even bigger than Bruce ever was. As a writer/director/producer and stunt co coordinator he gave us great movies like; My Lucky Stars, Dragons Forever, Armour of God and many more films that captivated fans, not only for their extraordinary martial arts feats, but their rib cracking characters, stories and hilarious characters. That young man was Jackie Chan. He made a successful American crossover with Rumble in the Bronx and went on to make Shanghai Noon and it’s sequel and the Rush Hour movies.

Jackie refused to me a duplicate or be a copy of anyone else. He chose not to be the next Bruce Lee but the first Jackie Chan and today not only is he a beloved global movie star,According to his bio page on IMDB, Off screen he has been directly involved in many philanthropic ventures providing financial assistance to schools and universities around the world. He is a UNICEF GoodWill Ambassador, and he has campaigned against animal abuse and pollution and assisted with disaster relief efforts to the 2004 Indian Ocean Tsunami victims.He refused to live in or be the shadow to anyone and the world of entertainment is much better for that choice.

In the early 90’s there was a video store clerk who is the very definition of the word Cinephile . If there was a thing like mainlining on cinema this clerk was definitely doing that. He lived , breathed and talked Cinema. He wanted to star in such movies and become an actor, He got bit parts here and there but nothing of significance to take him out of his day job. So he decided to write scripts. With a few screenwriting classes and his encyclopaedic knowledge of movies from the works of; John Ford, Howard Hawks, Jean Luc Goddard, Ringo Lam, Martin Scorsese, John Woo, Brain De Palma, Sergio Leone he started to craft scripts and he soon was able to sell one of them. It was an amazing script, and it was directed by a young Oliver Stone, the next script was directed by another director who had made his name making Tom Cruise a household name. Rumour has it that he wasn’t completely satisfied with how his scripts were brought to life, despite the fact that they were well received by the fans.

With his success as a screenwriter he also did some un-credited work as a script doctor in some major films, but inside he had the burning desire to become a Director of his own creations, and with that in mind he wrote a heist movie with a difference. Reservoir Dogs went on to become one of the most talked about films of the decade, and its director Quentin Tarantino would go on to become one of the best known and most anticipated director of the decade. After the release of Reservoir Dogs many aspiring film makers would try to replicate but would fall flat on their faces, many tried to copy his unique dialogue but no ever successfully duplicate

Duplication is often a strong temptation in the creative arts. Someone does a brilliant heist movie that is not only commercially successful but critically acclaimed and soon, you see as string of copy cats that pale in comparison and are blatant attempts at replication. Such efforts are met with disdain because they have none of the appeal or charm that the original has. Like a photocopy of an original it can never be like the original, and with a copy of the copy it degrades and no one would accept it. Getting inspiration from your favourite artists, whether they are screenwriters, directors, novelists, painters or graphic novelists is great. Everyone needs some sort of inspiration whether it’s a direct influence to your craft or even unrelated. But it should remain inspiration and never duplication.

My advice to young film makers is this: Don’t follow trends, start them –Frank Capra(Director -Arsenic &Old Lace, It’s a Wonderful Life)

Take what you can from them and make it your own, add your own personality, idiosyncrasies and style. Whether it be as an actor, performing artists, screenwriter or film maker bring out your own original fusion of your creative influences and left people see you as the next YOU and not the bad copy of this person or that person. Justin Timberlake is influenced by Michael Jackson but he is not trying to copy MJ. Many boxers are influenced by Muhammad Ali, but few can be him even if they tried. Chris Nolan is influenced by Stanley Kubrick, but it’s clear that Nolan is his very own man, and many are grateful for that. Like a child of a famous person that tries to use his father’s fame to dive his own, he’ll forever live in the shadow of the father’s achievement and be mocked if he doesn’t meet up with the legacy of his father.

As the Warren G and Nate Dogg song about imitators goes. “You could be closer than close, originals they never would be”. Never be a shadow to anyone, a shadow falls behind but the light is so easy to find, be true to you, cos nobody can be a better you than you can.

TRICKS OF THE TRADE by Oludascribe (the early years)

THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM A SHORT STORY I WROTE  YEARS AGO, STRAIGHT FROM THE ARCHIVES ,PLEASE CHECK IT OUT .

Sesan Davies was arrested for murder in the first degree. The neighbors were horrified at what had just taken place in their neighborhood, it was going to affect the real estate prices .The news of her death spread through the papers, the Headlines read ; MAN KILLS LOVER IN THE HEAT OF PASSION, LOVERS NIGHT ENDS IN MURDER The fact that she was having an adulterous affair made the story even hotter .It was in the talk shows and for a while all the attention of the media was on it .The husband was said to be out of the country, and unavailable for comment. The trial was to come up, the prosecuting lawyer was Dele Thompson a hot shot lawyer, that had a good career.

From his prison cell Davies maintained that he was innocent .The anxiety for the trial was building up. The country was affected by it, those women having affairs began backing out fearing such a fate happening to them. Radio stations had a number where people could call in to give their opinion about the upcoming case. Many people called in saying he should get the chair; others said the lethal injection. Most others said that they should lock him up and throw away the key. Davies lawyer Yemi Adedeji invited the press in an attempt to counter act the negative press his client was getting. “My client is innocent and all the evidence him is plainly circumstantial and this trial shall prove that” The case finally came up a few months after the incident .

The judge didn’t want the press in his court because of the publicity the case had been getting, and so the press waited outside for anything they could get. The jury had been carefully chosen from very young people, to middle aged to pensioners from all walks of life. The were not to listen to news concerning the case or talk about the case outside the court. They were going to be well taken for the duration of the case. Word going round was that it was an open and shut case. The commotion in the courtroom, the few people that were privileged to be in the court room discussed. The judge had a change of heart and had allowed a few members of the press inside, provided they didn’t take pictures while the trial took place. The defendant was escorted in by his lawyer and a uniformed officer. People whispered as the handsome young man walked in dressed in a pin stripped expensive suit. In walked a face no one knew, a young man that looked like he was in his thirties ,had the handsome look of an actor from the 40’s, sort of like an ebony combination of Cary Grant & Clark Gable. He walked towards the desk to the right of where the defense team was sitting, and he sat down placing his briefcase on the table. People started to talk wondering who this was ,and where Dele Thomson was.

The bailiff walked in with a file under his arm and announced “All rise” The court were on their feet “His honor Judge Bola Soyinka is presiding” The judge walked in and sat down, the court followed Case 90125, the State versus Sesan Davies, in the murder of Mrs. Tracy Martins. He handed the file to the judge. Will the defendant please rise, the judge said speaking for the first time Davies and his lawyer rose up “What shall ye plea ?” We plead not guilty your honor The judge up on his podium peered over his glasses at the prosecuting lawyer He noticed this say, “Who are you sir?” ,he said because he knew Thompson ‘Good morning your honor’ ‘What’s good about the morning a man is here on trial for murder’ “I’m here standing in place of Mr Thompson who is unavailable for the case “That still doesn’t tell me who you are” “I’m Seun King, your honor Mr Thompson had me take the case when he realized that he couldn’t be here” “Would you require a recess to prepare for the case?” “Thank you your honor, but that won’t be necessary I’ve been briefed” he went back and took his seat. The gavel came down

“Court is in session” Mr Adedeji would you like to give your opening statement.
“Thank you your honor”. He walked unto the floor and paced . My client ,Mr. Sesan Davies he said pointing him “is here accused of murder,
We will during the process of this trial, see why this accusation is ludicrous, not only is my client innocent, but he’s been framed for a crime that he did not commit he went back to his seat. “Your witness” he said. “Well it ain’t whistling Dixie” ,muttered King under his breath “Mr. King” prompted the judge.

He stood up and took the floor. “You all just heard , the defense giving a statement, and I quote not only is his client innocent but he’s been framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Is the defendant Roger Rabbit that someone would frame him for a crime . Did the big bad wolf come to Mrs. Martins residence and kill her? As this trail proceeds I’ll show the court , undeniable, irrefutable evidence that implicates Mr. Davies of the crime he’s accused of”. He returned to his seat “The Defense calls Mrs. Sharon Silva to the stand”. The witness came up ,she was an attractive young lady in her twenties ,like one of those girls guys drool over in music videos. She wore a plaited skirt with a jacket to match , the bailiff came up to her with a Bible asking her to place her left hand on it and raise her right. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God”?. “I do” “Ms Silva”, said Mr. Adedeji, “how do you know the defendant Mr. Davies”? “Well Sesan and I dated while we were in high school”. “And while you dated ,what kind of guy would you say he was?” “He was very sweet, always bringing me gifts, taking me to nice places”. “So you’ll say he was a nice guy!” “Yes” “How would you describe Mr. Davies in general”? “He’s a nice , sweet guy a charmer , the kind of guy that a girl’ like to be with all the time she replied smiling ,while looking at the defendant across the room .Who returned a smug grin. King saw this starry eyed gaze, and cleared his throat to bring her back down to earth. “I’ll soon wipe that smug off your face, lover boy ,he thought. “So you’d call him a gentleman?” “Yes” “Thank you Ms Silva, No more questions your honor”, he returned to his seat and King stood up and approached the witness “Mrs. Silva” “Ms Silva” she said in a correcting tone “Sorry, Ms Silva, for how long were you and the defendant, Mr. Davies ,in a relationship?” “A year and a half” she replied confidently “Wow a year and a half, that’s quite a long time, so you must have gotten to know him quite well, didn’t you?” “Very well” “And in the period of your relationship, Did you and Mr. Davies ever argue?” “Sure we did” she answered shrugging her shoulders, “all couples do” “Sure they do, but did Mr. Davies ever hit you during any one of your arguments?” “No he didn’t, he’d never hurt anyone” “Oh really Ms Silva” He walked to his desk and brought out a file from his briefcase, he walked back “Your honor here I have a hospital report that states Ms Silva been brought in her massive bruises to the face, and a broken wrist. Let me see that said the judge he was handed the report .The confident smug expression was gone, and he whispered to his lawyer. ”It wasn’t his fault, It was all my fault” “ The witness will restrain her self and will only speak when answering questions”, he said in a reprimanding tone” He handed it back. “No more questions your honor”, he returned to his seat. The defense didn’t look too happy. The witness may step down from the box, she stepped down feeling quite disappointed in her testimony, her eyes met with Davies ,and she looked like she was going to burst into tears . “The defense calls it’s next witness Ms Stella Raymond” The bailiff swore her in. She was a middle aged woman that was looking quite younger than her years, she adjusted her skirt as she sat in the witness book ,as if she felt some freshman was trying to look up it. “Ms Raymond what is your relationship with Mr. Davies?” I was his the guidance counselor at his high school. “During that period you had several discussions with Mr. Davies didn’t you?”. “Yes I did” “How would you describe him”? “He was a young man that talked about the kind of future he wanted” “And what kind of future was that?” “One that he’d be able to relax in a house with a big backyard, where he could have barbecues with his family and watch his kids play. He said he’d like to own a family restaurant, one that he and his wife would run and eventually hand over to their kids, when retiring .It always brought a smile to his face”. “And did you come across many students like that during your time in the school?”.

“No, many of them wanted to just party a lot of them wanted to avoid responsibility”.

“So you would say he was one of those students of a sound mind and focus?”.

“Objection your honor, the witness is a guidance counselor, and not a psychiatrist; she is not in the position to answer that question. “Objection overruled” Adedeji sighed with relief “Ms Raymond ,what can you say about Mr. Davies?”

“He’s a very intelligent young man and he can do anything that he puts his mind to” “Thank you Ms Raymond, no more questions your honor” King rose from his seat as Adedeji took his “Where do you currently work Ms Raymond?” “Diamond Alliance Insurance firm, I’m a personnel officer” “Ms Raymond, where did you work before the high school where you met the defendant?”. “I worked at a youth center in another state”. “And why did you leave that employment?”. “I didn’t like the place it was too hot, so I moved to a cooler climate, she said grinning”. The court chuckled , Order ,yelled the judge bringing he gavel down repeatedly “Are you sure you don’t want to change that statement Ms Raymond?”. “No, I’m quite sure” “Do you know a Dr Edozie?” She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “No”.

“No! Let me refresh your memory” he said picking up a file and reading from it “Stella Raymond diagnosed with Nymphomia Addictium. Patient is addicted to sex and has an intense craving for it. Psychological treatment advised”, he stopped reading .He held up the file for all too see ”This is a psychological evaluation of Ms Raymond by Dr Charles Eberechi for the youth center she worked in, after she was found quote “infran grante delicto” with one of the young persons she was counseling. Isn’t that the real reason you left the youth center, Ms Raymond”? She was shaken, her past had come back to haunt her “Need I tell you, need I remind you Ms Raymond, that you are under oath” “Yes it is”. “Did you or did you not have a sexual relationship with Mr Davies which led to your discharge from his high school?”. “Objection your honor, the prosecution is badgering the witness’. “Sustained,Mr King, you will refrain from asking questions that are not directly related to this case, the jury will disregard the question”. It was too late the damage was already done.

“No more questions your honor” The defense was stark faced, two of his witnesses have been shot down and discredited. It was too early in the case to be having such luck The prosecution calls Mr. Fred Agbaje The witness a chubby balding man in his fifties was sworn in “Mr. Agbaje tell the court what you do” “I own a restaurant on Kole Adeshina street, Mrs. Davies used to come there” “Do you know that man?” he asked pointing at the defendant “Yes, sir I do, he and Mrs. Davies started to come in together on a regular basis a few months ago”. “Is there anything you want to tell the court about Mr. Davies”? “Yes sir, about two weeks ago when he and Mrs. Martins came in he became angry and violent after he saw Mrs. Martins looking at another man.’ “When you say angry and violent, tell us exactly what you mean?”.

”Well, he got very angry and wanted to start a fight with the man he then dragged her into the car.”

“Then what happened, did they drive off ? ” “No, not immediately, they argued in the car and then he hit her”.

“Thank you sir, no more questions your honor” “Does the defense have any questions for this witness?”, asked the judge “The defense has no questions for this witness”. The Attorney and his client had the unspoken look of loss in their eyes The case was turning to a nightmare; he couldn’t believe the luck he was having. The prosecution was just killing every rabbit he could pull from his hat, and he was beginning to run out of options. He was dreading what was going to happen next.

“The prosecution calls it’s next witness, Dr Osaki Braide” A middle aged man in a Yetunde Phillips two piece suit ,walked up to the witness stand. He was a respectable looking man, and from the Harry Fernandez watch he was wearing was doing quite well to do in his chosen profession. He was sworn in by the bailiff. “Dr Braide, can you please tell the court what you do”. “Well I’m a Pathologist ,with a Ph D in Anatomy , I ‘m an expert on the structure of the human skeletal structure amongst other things .I lecture at the Lagoon University and I have a private practice off Broad Street.” “Can you please tell us how you got involved in this case?”. “ I carry out independent post mortem for the police when requested.” “And why would there be a need to carry out an independent post-mortem?” I was told that it was requested by the defense, they he felt that the police were conspiring against his client.” “A conspiracy theory?” ”I guess so”. “And what were your findings doctor”? “It was discovered that the victim died of a broken neck, there were also serious lacerations on her throat, which would indicate, that she was also being strangled.” “And what kind of force would it take to cause some one’s neck to snap?” “A reasonable amount of force, it’d take someone quite strong to do that” “Doctor, is there any evidence that links the defendant ,Mr. Davies, he said pointing at the defendant ,who had an expression like his hand had just been caught in the cookie jar, to the victim’s death” A cotton swab was taken from the victims genital area, and some semen was found. It was analyzed and the DNA was an exact match to that of the defendant’s sample that was taken when the investigation was going on” “Was there any indication that anybody else had sexual contact with the victim”. “No there wasn’t “Thank you Doctor ,no more questions your honor ,he returned to his seat. Peering over his glasses the Judge asked, “Does the defense have any questions? “No your honor ,no questions” Over the next few hours, the prosecution tore down every witness that the defense could bring up. They presented evidence that proved Davies violent past, and his early involvement in crime. Forensic evidence showed that, the defendant had last sexual contact with the witness, and that the marks around her throat had the witness marks all over it. The evidence against him was outstanding; he was found at the scene of the crime and was the only one that was seen entering the house, with the exception of the deceased. The defendant gave his own story and held his claim of innocence stating that she was already dead when he got there. The counsels were asked to give their closing statement. The defense knew he had lost and in an attempt to save his client he made an apathetic emotional statement ,all he could do was to pray for some sort of miracle . They waited in anticipation to hear what this Prosecutor that had performed so brilliantly would say. He stepped up to the floor and paced, everyone waited with bated breath “Ladies And Gentlemen of the jury, over the past few hours we’ve heard accounts of witnesses. They have come here to give us evidence, concerning the character and past of Mr. Davies. As was revealed during the course of this case, we’ve seen that Mr. Davies certainly has a way with the ladies. He was able to charm his way into the heart of a married woman. We’ve also seen that he got an early start in crime; attempted rape, assault, armed robbery and now his latest murder. Do we believe the story of a sex addict, that had relations with him, when she says he had a focus and future .Do we believe a woman who still defended this man after he brutalized her and made her a constant visitor to the casualty ward ? The evidence mounted him some say is circumstantial. However, do I need to remind the court of the testimony of the coroner that showed Mr. Davies had sexual contact with the deceased, and was found naked, at the scene of the crime? You’ve heard the testimony of an independent consultant .He’s told you that it’d take a reasonable amount of force from a strong person to break the human neck. There is no physical or genetic evidence that anyone else was in the house. There were no signs of forced entry, and the defendant himself said he had a key. There were bullets holes in the wall, which indicated that Ms Davies tried to defend herself from a violent lover. So, who did it? The candy man? Mr. Davies was in a con game, his victim fell in love and grew attached and he had to do something about it, so he killed her.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I hope I have been able to prove without a shadow of doubt, that the defendant is guilty of the crime that he is accused of”; He returned to his seat. “This court is in recess until the jury deliberates”. Down came the gavel .The judge walked out and as the people spilled out of the court they discussed the trail they had just witnessed .The prosecution had left no room for doubt and the people just wondered how lenient or harsh the sentencing will be. The defense and his client refused to talk to anyone and went into a room ,where he tried to calm his client down .He had been pacing the office of his attorney and Adedeji had just convinced him to relax. The prosecution had been approached by several partners in law firms that asked him to give them a call. His pocket was full of business cards. The tension built as the jury was inside, deliberating for several hours .The court was finally called back in for the hearing. The jury filled in and everybody tried to read their faces to see what they had decided. The court was seated and everybody waited anxiously .The bailiff walked in “All rise” They rose to their feet and the judge walked in and took his seat, and they theirs. “Mr. Foreman, Has the jury come to a decision” “Yes we have your honor” The foreman handed the paper to the bailiff who handed it to the judge ,who read it and handed it back “Will the defendant please rise” Davies and his lawyer rose. “What say ye” “We the jury, in the case of the State versus Mr. Sesan Davies in the case of the Murder of Mrs. Tracy Martins, find the defendant ……………………………..