Sexy High School Girls

Episode 24

In Court

[RECAP: The substance seen in Millson’s bag turned out to be cocaine. Millson was arrested and detained at the police cell. He received a call from Dzifa. Dzifa told Millson she was the one who set him up. Luckily he recorded the conversation.]

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[Millson Point Of View]

My experience in the police cell gave me a preview of how prison life would be . In my cell, there was a small torn and worn- out mattress on the damp floor.

The cell has one small window. It was so small that my hand could not even passed through it fully. The door was made of solid iron.

If there was oxygen in that room, it was in very short supply because all that I breath was foul or no air.

I even fear I will have asphyxia.ℹ

That evening,Dzifa called me and we had another chat. For some reasons, she didn’t talk as freely as she talked in our previous phone conversation.

I suspected she had become aware of my game plan.She asked me which Police station I was but I didn’t disclose my geographical location to her.

Somehow , she got to know the police station I was detained in.

I was surprised to see Dzifa at Police station.

She was provocatively dressed. She wore a very ‘short’ mini skirt and an Sleeveless blouse. What made her blouse so provocative was that she wore no bra thus her nipples were explicitly outlined in the blouse. She seemed to wear no undies under her mini skirt. Her long legs were fully exposed and the mini- mini Skirt she wore re- emphasized her point. She was surely on a mission to destroy me.

She said, “my dear Sir.” I didn’t come here to see you but I can’t come here and leave without saying “hi” to you. That will be disrespectful. That’s why I pleaded with the Commanding Officer to allow his boys bring you out from that hell- hole for me to greet you before leaving. It is such a pity,

you were heading towards the Kotoka International Airport the last time I saw you. Now you find yourself in the four corners of a cold room in a police station.

I will make sure you move to the advanced form of that cell. You know what I mean.”

” Yes, I know what you mean except that at the end of all this , I won’t be the one going to the prison you euphemistically called ” advanced cell. I believe My God will deliver me. I am just surprised your hatred for me now is very deep.”

Hmmm, my dear, there is a thin line between love and hatred, Dzifa said.

“My dear student, You need to repent genuinely. Just confess your sins and repent. It will hurt me to see you regretting all that you are doing now in the near future in a more painful state. Please God love you. You_____”

Dzifa interrupted me, “I hear you, my Pope. When you reach there, you will understand the difference between talking and doing. Anyway, I heard your location from TV3 news on Telly.”

I suspected Dzifa came to see the Commanding Officer. But Why?

Why did Dzifa travelled all the way from Tutukpene to Accra just to see the Commanding Officer.

No, she has a game plan.I sensed there was more to Dzifa’s visit than I was perceiving. If Dzifa came to see a man then she wanted to __.

Oh, I see. I got it now. All the same, I asked Dzifa when she would be returning to her village. She told me she will stay in Accra for one week by which time I will be sent to court.

” Where will you be staying for that one week ,” I asked her. She told me I should leave that to her.Just then, the Commanding Officer came out from his office holding his car key. He held Dzifa by the waist and they moved towards his car.

The gameplan was very clear to me now. She was going to _.”

“Get back to your cell.’ An officer interrupted my train of thought.

I was taken back to my cell and

told to prepare for court the next day.

That evening Miss Bansah called me and we chatted. I knew she was the only person I could trust apart from my God and my parents.

She told me she had been crying ever since I was detained at the police cell didn’t know how she would come and see me at the cell without breaking down in tears.

She promised to do her best to rescue me. I don’t know how she intended to do that anyway.

We chatted on WhatsApp and exchanged love messages, both text and audio. She encouraged me to trust in God because he can do the impossible.

The next day was the day of the court. I didn’t wake up very early.

I overslept. How could I sleep on the day that would determine my fate?

I felt I have been drugged. I wasn’t exactly myself.Two policemen came to the cell to pick me. I was put in the police van and sent to court,sandwiched by two police men.

The court was packed with people eagerly waiting for the trial to begin. Finally , the Judge and jury entered the court room .The Court clerk ordered the Court to Rise.All the people in the court rose to honour the presence of the Jury. After the judge sat down in his seat on the elevated platform,the people in the court were also asked to sit down.

I was made to stand in a box and swore an oath holding the bible, promising to tell the truth.

The court clerk searched through the dockets and brought out the case. He said, “Case Number 155″ Millson Lamptey vrs the state.

Then my charge was read to me.

Mr.Lamptey Millson was arrested

at the kotoka International Airport on his way to Canada for hiding cocaine in his luggage on the 12th day of February.”

A state Prosecutor was assigned to my case.He asked me why I was in possession of such an illegal substance.

I told the court I was not the one who put the drug in the bag and that I only realised it when my bag was opened.

The lawyer said that was the song all the drug dealers sang anytime they were arrested on drug offences. ” Did the Cocaine magically entered your luggage?”

I kept quiet.

Then I turned round. Dzifa was there. She was laughing.

Miss Bansah didn’t come to the court. I thought at least she would be there to give me moral support.

Why did she abandoned me at a time I need her most ?

She promised to help me. Where is She?”

I turned to God.

“Oh, my God, don’t forsake me.

The lawyer gave me the chance to prove I was not into drugs.

I did my best to convince the state Prosecutor. He looked at me for a while. Then he said, “Gentleman , do you have any evidence to support your claim? If you claim that girl set you up, at least show us something to prove your point.”

Once again, I turned round and saw Dzifa. She was still laughing. In fact she almost fell from her seat because of excessive laughter. Then she opened her thigh wide. I saw what I DON’T WANT TO SEE.

Emblazoned on the panty she wore under her mini skirt that day, were the words ” SO SWEET.”

Then I remembered my phone recording. I reached out into my pocket to get my mobile phone.

Alas!! My mobile phone was gone. It was not in my pocket. I was shocked to the bone. I looked round but it was not on the ground.

Dzifa’s laughter had reached its apogeeℹ.

People turned to watch her.

I told the lawyer the evidence was on my phone which I suspected dropped in the police van. The judge ordered the van to be searched but no , it wasn’t there.

All other explanations I gave to the lawyer were rejected due to lack of evidence.

At that point , I knew my fate was sealed. The court reporter sat near the witness stand in the courtroom and recorded everything that was said during the trial.

After so much legal battle the jury decided the facts in the case, and applied the law on which the case was based.

He said , “Now this is my

verdict……….”