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Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Two Statements, One Accused


The Opening Statement: Prosecution

“Your Honour,
A great task awaits all of us
Calling upon us to right a wrong
And punish a prohibited act
This we do in this court
to find blame or otherwise,
to accord justice to the injured party
What an honourable task!
Your Honour,
The accused seated there
Armed with a wicked ingenuity
Misdirected artistry and knack
In cahoots with others, in a
‘most evil enterprise’,
Devised a computer program
That siphoned millions of money
From the accounts of thousands
Of hard-working, disciplined Kenyans
Working on the same egregious and abominable
Plan, they registered a company using false passports
Used the company as a conduit
To channel that money, not in a single moment
Struck by their consciences;
But true as a pin is to needle, the bell
Of their actions tolls for them, the bits and pieces
Have fallen into place, and what lay hidden
Has now been exposed and is now being tried in this
Honourable Court
Justice will be dispensed in this court
To put the accused behind bars
Your Honour, we will show in our evidence
That the accused committed various offences
And that he belongs to prison…”

The Opening Statement: Defence

“Your Honour,
If it pleases the court,
I wish to give an opening statement
As we have heard from the Prosecution
He says that our client, defrauded in a ‘most evil
enterprise’ through a well-calculated
Scheme using a computer program;
He says that our client committed
A most ‘egregious and abominable’ act
That fleeced Kenyans of their hard-earned money
The prosecution thus said
That they will adduce evidence to show
That our client deserves to be locked behind bars
That his actions don’t deserve ‘approbation’
But ‘opprobrium’
That much, the Prosecution said of our client—
Your Honour, look at the accused
A banker for 25 years standing
An impeccable record in the industry
A father of three, a husband
A Kenyan like any other who, were it not for this case,
We would not have known about
The eloquence of the prosecutor
To paint a picture of our client
Using the most arrant and sordid of terms
Brilliant as this could be, cannot impose guilt
As we will show, Your Honour, this is
A case of a disgruntled employer
Intent on leveling charges it cannot substantiate
Keen on tarnishing our client’s name
We will demonstrate to this court that
There is no nexus between the crimes
Alleged with our client
We will do this, one piece of evidence after another
One assertion after another, one argument after another
We will put the prosecution to strict proof
To reveal, Your Honour, that
In fact, our client never committed the said offences
and that this is purely actuated by malice…”

C) Lorot Salem 2011




Friday, 24 June 2011

Ten Minutes in Nine

As the panel sits, eyes burning on me,
Mounting pressure on me,
Demanding intelligence from me,
I stand there
Their marking parameters defined
Seven marks for content, seven marks for presentation
Two marks for etiquette, two marks for audibility, two other marks
For I don’t-know –what
I stand there wondering how I should stand
Like that reasonable ideal student
If my hands be at the back, I am hiding something
If my hands be folded on my waist, I am tense
If I let my shoulders broaden, I am being brazen
If I fold them across my chest, that is rude and not in keeping
I feel like to pocket but I let my arms rest by my sides
In short ten minutes, they uncover me
Throw questions to gauge me
One minute flash of my mind
Law of Contract, Torts, Criminal Law, Conveyancing
Succession, Commercial Transactions
Wait a minute…Giella Versus Cassman Brown
I think I heard this somewhere
They ask me for the principle it holds
The panelists aren’t serious, are they?
I am thrown off-balance, I am at a loss
I venture: Giella case is a landmark case in law
On Conveyancing, the case concerned a land transaction
Under the RLA…Now, Cassman Brown was the Owner
Let me use ‘Vendor’….Now, the principle, err, is on sanctity of title
As you are aware under section 143 of the RLA…
And as I mention section 143, I let it roll to exude my intelligence
And grounding on law
They are impressed’, I think to myself
Then my bubble is burst
‘Heard of restraint of trade?’ They ask
‘Yeah…err, yes dear panelists’
‘What are the three principles to be followed before granting injunctions?’
‘One, err, it depends on the time…if the court has time to grant it…
Two, if it has time, for how long will the injunction run and…and, three,
…whether it could as well grant mandamus, certiorari…but this depends on
Time mostly…you know there are backlog of cases’
They asked for it, I gave it to them’, I celebrate
‘Excuse me, student number 202809876, no hard feelings
But if you don’t know of the principles of injunctions
You could as well set off to Narok and be a herdsman
…I mean, you don’t know prima facie case?
Not even irreparable injury?
Not even balance of convenience?’
‘I know them, dear panelists’
‘Tell us, then, what a prima facie case is’
‘Well, a prima facie case is one which is on the face of the court
Let me explain, if that case, I mean the records, the files have been brought to
Court, then that is a prima facie case…if it is still in the registry, it is not a prima facie case’
‘Your time is up, student number 202809876,
We have serious doubts on how you qualified to be here…
You don’t belong here!”
I walk out, I see no one on the corridors
I hear distant voices asking, ‘what were the questions’
I am in no mood, I collect my books and head to
I don’t-know-where, it makes no difference
That a holiday awaits me

Image: google:dazzlejunction.com


C) Lorot Salem 2011







Sunday, 5 June 2011

Legal Mind


Packed Lecture Hall. Legal maxims
Short, fast-paced questions, equally
Thoughtful answers and more questions
Hypotheticals, scenarios, what-ifs
Delved into with precision
Simulations. Moots. Role plays.
Person X, Client Y, Advice them
What will you tell your client?

Legal theories aside, cast into the
Shallow ponds of the Undergraduate
No postulations:
We are here to be entrusted
With life, property and liberty
Have them in contemplation
They are your neighbor, we are told
We draw instruments
As if they will be attested to
Like in the real world

This, they call legal mind
For it captures a thousand possibilities
It can notice the awkward comma in a provision
It questions, it casts doubts, it shakes credibility
It is guided by whys and wherefores
It doesn’t rest for it goes berserk
Exhuming buried intentions and careful device
Uprooting well laid secrets and guilt
Weaving a story from evidence and witnesses

Inside the packed lecture hall, minds are stropped
Brains meet brains, wits meet wits
The difference is that they are not wigged!

C) Lorot Salem 2011





Saturday, 16 April 2011

Symbol of Justice

Image credit: google: jmwanikiadvocates.com




They say justice is a fountain
Eternally flowing
Cleansing
Mankind’s unjust acts

As I feasted mine eyes
On this spectacle
This boy statue I saw
Naked may be to symbolize
Naked justice, unpretentious?
Dripping with water
Wherewithal man’s offences are washed
Through a trial?

I don’t know if I am right
But as I saw the fountain and the statue
My smile dried up: I was in serious territories!

C) Lorot Salem 2011

Inspired by Donna Vorreyer's Poetry Tow Truck 16: Statuesque Put Words Together. Make Meaning

Friday, 4 February 2011

Legal Poems Worth Mention

The List Will be Endless

1. Law Like Love by WH Auden

2.The Law My Calling Is by Sir John Davies

3. The Lawyers Know Too Much by Carl August Sandburg

4. They Do Not Understand by Hilary Peplar

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Of Legal Realm I Speak


Of Legal Realm I speak
Of Laws of Men and God
Of Crimes and Punishment
Of Jurisprudence and Maxims
Of Legal Realm I Speak.

I Speak in legal jargons
As if I am possessed by the Spirit of Lord Denning
I think in three dimensions
Talk like an orator before hang
Spilling law most hidden

Of Legal Realm I speak
Of Laws of Men and God.

C) Lorot Salem 2011

Monday, 10 January 2011

The Law Is An Ass




So you heard the acclaim, friend
Of the double attributes of the self-same ass

Inside the Halls of Justice
Robed judges and murderers wield war
Coded in tacit technicalities
Worded in discreet Latin and English
The ass carries the baggage of man:
crimes, punishment,
remedy, redress
It pulls cart of victim’s plea

But when the ass rebels it kicks
It is no respecter of persons
Paupers and kings
Lawyers and citizens
All drawn within
The radius of the incensed ass
So you are right, friend,
That the law is an ass
But if I may hazard
Why is your breath foul and incestuous mouthing ass
Intoned with twice as much a derogation as of an expletive?
C) Lorot Salem 2011

The Street Lawyer



I fancy myself a lawyer in the streets
Hereinafter referred to as Street Lawyer
Dressed not in crisp dark suits but ordinary street wear
Carrying not wheeled suitcases but newspapers and legal journals
Seated not in posh law firms but Aga Khan Walk and Job Corner
I am a Street Lawyer.

You will not find me in Conference Halls
Or Seminars
Chatting about Thomas Hobbes
I am a Street Lawyer.
You will find me in Studios
Canvassing on Hague and Rome Statute
Giving a legal angle to every current news on Telly

People think I am a mad man
Walking with torn pieces of Law Reports
People mistake me for a lunatic
Reciting maxims and Latin and sections
That makes me no less
A  Street Lawyer.

I am the law in motion
Not static in phlegmatic law handlers
I make law rotate and spin around mouths of men
People love me because I am their bridge, their Moses
I read sections of the constitution
And explain them as if it is a Class- Two- Baa- Baa- Black- Sheep- Rhyme
But I am friend to Tear Gas Canisters
For I also speak the Human Rights Language fluently
Thrice I have been poisoned, twice shot, dozen-times jailed
On trumped-up charges
For I am a Street Lawyer.

I speak straight and narrow
Even against the highest in the echelons of power
If I see travesty of justice, I cry murder
If I see sloth of the Legislature, I harangue
If I see the police killing aimlessly, I climb Street Lamps in protest
If I see Press gagged, I walk with them with mouth sealed
If I see my country steeped in impunity, I go on hunger strike
For I am a Street Lawyer
I speak the language of the common man.

C) Lorot Salem 2011

Saturday, 11 December 2010

Your Honour, I plead guilty!



Your Honour, I plead guilty, if you so wish
For you glare at me in your horn-rimmed glasses
Dressed in red to welcome scums to halls of justice
Nose twisted heavenwards as if to ward off the stench of my crime.

I plead guilty, Your Honour
For you are impatient with me
You insist in ‘Guilty’ or ‘Not Guilty’
Blind to my ‘let me explain’
Eager to send me to oblivion.

I wanted to explain to you this thing slowly
The way men do
But you insist in barking at me
How will you know how it all started?
Is this the way people handle issues?

Your Honour, I am the wronged man here
I should be the object of your mercy
I can’t afford the price of a lawyer’s tongue
Every time I want to talk my way, you block my path
How can truth be found, Your Honour?
That is why I will say I am guilty.
But if we were in the village
I would call everyone and pass through the thighs of old men
And if I lie I die
Simple.

If I were in the village
I would drink from a calabash to declare my innocence
I would stand facing sunrise and say,
“Kinsmen, if I stole from Lokwarasia
then as the sun rises this morning, let me die with it in the evening”
And if I lie I die
Simple.

But here I will plead guilty.

C) Lorot Salem 2010





Goat Case


We gathered today under a tree
To settle a case of a stolen goat
And what a hard case that was!

The Accused stood in rebellion saying:
Kinsmen, which goat did I steal? Whose goat have I stolen?
Under a tree, today, we listened to this Goat Case all day long
Examination-in-chief, cross-examination
Evidence adduced, presumptions rebutted
Flared up emotions, plea for justice

And so all day long we listened to this Goat Case
Under a tree
Till we reached this verdict:
Both parties will avail themselves the next Market Sunday
Accused will carry a kid, victim will come with the mother-goat
If the kid runs to the mother-goat, the case is settled!

Market Sunday. Kid runs to mother-goat.
Case settled! Accused to pay fourteen goats and kumiket for judges.
Next file please!

C) Lorot Salem 2010

Monday, 6 December 2010

Law




If I were to postulate what law is
As Professors are wont
I would posit:
Law is what we think it is
An obfuscation of legal scholars
An enigma.

Why, defined law is everything we think it is
Which precise words can’t wholly describe
It is the minstrel to men
It is the arch-enemy of anarchy
It is what is in the bosoms of men
Not codes and statutes
It is imprinted in the conscience.

Law is not an UFO
Law is not an extra- terrestrial
Law is a citizen recognized by man.

C) Salem Lorot 2010

Monday, 29 November 2010

The Judgement


In my chamber I sat to write my Judgement
After a long day in courtroom brawl
Weeks of arguments, defence
Legal tussle, pleadings
Hearing

I sat with Law Reports, Statutes
Handwritten case summary
Reviewing every detail of law
Every principle
Every issue of contention

I sat to write this Judgement
That will stir nationwide controversy
Of a Judge-turned-judicial-activist

I marked all issues in contention
Read my case summary again and again
With the aid of steaming dormans coffee
This Judgment will be due next week
And what an uproar it will evoke!

I will read it to the packed court
Slowly and steadily
Like an epic tale
I will comfort both the plaintiff and defendant
Soothe their conscience
For a while
Then throw them to disarray
With a legal bonnet thrown into the mix
It will hit them like a thunderbolt

I will read this Judgment to them
And set a precedent in uncharted waters
Journalists and commentators will be thrown off-balance
They will postulate the import of my Judgment
And quote biases feigned as principles

I will sleep in the chambers tonight
Till I finish this Judgment
For the Judgment will be out in the next 48 hours.

C) Lorot Salem 2010

Please Don’t Insult My Profession!


I have pretended to be even with you
Even as you call me “a defender of thieves and murderers”
I have smiled even as you joked that all lawyers will go to hell
Matter of fact, I have been seething, boiling within me

For apart from saying them
You have had to laugh sarcastically and held your sides
As if you had just revealed the most hidden truth to man
But I have been quiet.

Friend, for your sweeping statements
I have shared with them with pain
But had no nerve to counter you
All the while hoping that you will tone it down
But to no avail.

For seven years, friend
I have trawled through legal textbooks
Thumbed finest Judgments from Lord Denning to Madan
Sieved through Journals and articles
For this profession

I have read through Philosophy and Psychology
And various legal systems
Just for this profession

And in all this time, friend
I have captured themes of justice, of fairness,
Of rights known to men, of court structures
Of sentencing, of what underlies defence

For instance, friend, did you know that
I am the mouthpiece of my client but still an officer of court?
Did you know that if a man “kills” as you say,
I would want to aid the court to leave no doubt about the propriety of his actions?
Did you know that if the court finds him at fault I should
Be thanked for leaving no doubt as to my client’s guilt?

But I have chosen to keep quiet
For all this you will never understand—
After all it took me seven years to decipher them
All that I ask is to exercise restraint before firing your salvos

C) Lorot Salem 2010

Memoirs of a Lazy Academic



I carry my satchel around
A gift from a Conference I attended in Witswatersrand
I have the academic gait, the slight bent of a contemplative philosopher
In my satchel I carry the Oxford Law Dictionary, Legal Articles and Journals
Newspaper Cuttings from Law Reports, torn pieces of my random law thoughts

You see, an academic I am
A legal scholar
I have mastered APA, MLA, Turabian
I can tell a thesis from an abstract
I can tell works cited from reference list
I have read the finest legal texts legal eyes could read
I have pored through seminal rulings and judgments
I have torn through labyrinth of legal texts in search of law
I am the best gift to the scholar’s world
Something of a published legal scholar acclaimed

Let’s say I am not published
Just yet
But I am publishable

My problem is that those research textbooks have caught mould
And have this smell of a treated biological specimen
Every time I open them to read through legal lines
My nostrils prick and are choked

I have no issue with going electronic
After all the world has gone digital
Save for my eyes
I read a few lines but my eyes get teary, bleary
All online content get blurred

So I prefer to walk around with my satchel
Protruding my stubble of scholarly beard
Quoting John Locke and J.J. Rousseau and legal maxims
Tracing law to England and Rome
Regurgitating old notes of my dead professor
And serving them as if they are fresh legal gems of yesterday
I critique judgments even when I have not read them
I postulate how I can write to journals
After all I am the modern day academic
Yet to be published.

C) Lorot Salem 2010

Sunday, 7 November 2010

Me, My Statutes and I

Lord, I beseech thee of three things:
That you may guard my Laws of Kenya book
The Constitution of Kenya and my Oxford Dictionary of Law
That they may not be eaten by my dog
Or get plucked by my maid

Lord, grant me a photographic memory
That I may glance at a caselaw and be done
Or read a section and keep the number
Or refer to a statute and let my mind
Be the data-bank

Take away my stammer, dear Lord
That I may talk like a real advocate
And not these fits and starts of sentences
That puts to shame all my reading.

C) Lorot Salem 2010

The Law Student

First, it is the walk of pride
Of being a law student
On the unprecedented road to advocacy
The joy, the jolly, the folly

Then it finds general application, before 12/8/1897.
That is,
In the precedents, case laws, statutes, Acts,
Provisions, sections and subsection
Soon the walk of pride becomes a stoop

The stoop stops and scuttles downwards
In interpretations, holdings of Judges, deductive and
Inductive reasoning, the rule of law, jurisdiction...
Then the stoop mutates to bowed heads

All over a sudden, the law becomes an ass
Kicking and never shielding
The name becomes a living ghost
To evoke a goose pimple from mere mention

The roaring sea flows on and on
Carrying logs of legal systems, contracts
constitutional law, torts, legal methods...
The law student, like a dog, stays afloat
In the ocean of legal dicta

The law student will spot river banks
Hoping to cling on a root
But he will stare hopelessly
As the wave of statutes will sweep
Till he's thrown in an island
Trying to catch a breath

C) Lorot Salem 2010









The Law Confuses Me

My kinsmen, hear this pretty well
The whiteman's laws confuse me
I went to learn his tricks
On how their Elders solve cases

They wear sheep's skin on their heads
And big round white things in their eyes
Place big rungu on their table
No one makes noise

The Big Elder never laughs
His eyes met mine and I felt
My feet turn jelly-like
I felt that he was looking through me
With those big round things of a witch

My kinsmen, cases of the whiteman
Are written on paper
I saw him turn it again and again
I felt like to cry for ourselves

But I didn't see a ram, a goat or honey
That is given to solve the case
All the whiteman did was to hit
The rungu on the table-
And went away!

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

My Death Wish

If I die, God forbid
Don't fret and fuss
Don't stage a street-farce

If I die, buy me a coffin
In the shape of a statute
Invite all my learned friends
And tell them to wear their wigs
Haul all my clients

Don't praise me- raise not my puny worth
For I was nothing but a wordsmith
In charged courtroom battles
That called for sly tongue

Tell Brother Judge to donate my firm
To orphans at Nyumbani Children's Home
Burn all files
And scatter the ashes to the four winds

Play that clip where I cried
After losing a landmark case
If I die, do all these,
But only if I die.

C) Lorot Salem 2010

The Trial of the Village Chicken Thief

You saw the case in the Press
Captured in the headline:
Chicken Thief Imprisoned
For seven years.
Any way, he comes from my village

I heard the case from the chief
Who heard if from the shopkeeper
Of the only retail shop in our village
That the chicken thief was the son
Of Pastor Mwang’ombe

I hear (again?) that the chicken thief
Stole the chicken for gift to Kamalikaze
The village witchdoctor
To help him stop wife’s beatings
His woman once kicked him
He nearly kissed death

You also saw the case of that multi-billionaire
Who was accused of siphoning money to Swiss bank
How the case camouflaged
Till the multi-billionaire breathed breeze of freedom
Now, that’s a paragon of justice

Of course pastor Mwang’ombe
Breathed hail and brimstone
That tongue of fire will lick the nation
Like Sodom and Gomorrah
But his son is a Chicken Thief

C) Lorot Salem 2010









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