The Hangman's Replacement: Sprout of Disruption (BOOK 1) by Chiveneko Taona Dumisani

Author:Chiveneko, Taona Dumisani [Chiveneko, Taona Dumisani]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Chiveneko Publishing Inc.
Published: 2013-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Court of Error

Magistrate Changamire was on the second page of Justice Dinhiwe’s book when he heard a knock at the door. He looked at his watch and realized he had been reading for the past hour. He was only on page four. For someone who easily read more than a hundred pages of legal documents every day, his rate of progress was demoralizing. Only Justice Dinhiwe’s writing could make the reading process flow like dried tree sap.

“Come in,” said Magistrate Changamire. His voice was casual. Just another day at the courthouse.

“Changamire!” said Justice Murambi as he stepped into the chamber.

Justice Murambi walked in and shook hands with his fellow judge. His eyes wandered around the room with a child’s sense of awe.

“I like your office. What a great view.”

“Thank you,” replied Magistrate Changamire with an indulgent smile. He was tempted to remind the High Court judge that his office was twice as large. It was also adorned with lush wooden panels and a much better view. But there was nothing to be gained by undermining the accuracy of small talk. This visit meant so much more.

Justice Murambi was of medium build. His hair was neatly groomed. The distribution of the lines in his face was evidence of a life blessed with constant smiling. Even from behind his spectacles, his eyes glistened with a vitality that few judges could sustain. After decades of squinting at the hairline fracture separating innocence from guilt, many of his colleagues had adopted permanent expressions of neutral scepticism. Not Justice Murambi. His spirit was immune to disillusionment. He oozed intelligence even when he was commenting on the weather. Even to a recluse, he was a tolerable dinner guest.

The High Court judge wore a crisp white shirt with faint blue stripes running down its length. Sitting modestly between the flaps of his collars was a red bowtie, speckled with white polka dots. And of course, any man who wears a bowtie must also wear suspenders. Justice Murambi’s pair had red straps and silver clips. They clung to a pair of khaki trousers with parallel creases running down the front legs. Though Magistrate Changamire knew his fellow judge had a good heart, he could not help thinking that those creases had been modeled after the road to hell: straight and easy to follow. Outside the world of metaphor, the creases led down to an expensive pair of brown loafers with rubber soles.

Justice Murambi was a likeable man. The judge was so revered that he was often trusted to deliver important news that had nothing to do with the law. Despite his affable smile and personable nature, all who saw him approaching with a sense of purpose felt a jolt of apprehension. Though Magistrate Changamire was flattered by the personal visit from his respected colleague, flattery was a poor substitute for the peace of mind that was about to be compromised. This visit would change his life forever.

Justice Murambi’s eyes were still wandering around the office when they stopped on Magistrate Changamire’s desk.

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