Life After Law School: Vol 1

By Peter Gaisiance LLB

As a boy attends boarding school and interns for petroleum companies in Western Nuer, he has no idea this will be the last work he will perform in Sudan for the next twenty years. After his father provides financial assistance to help him flee a ruthless civil war in his native country, the boy makes many stops along the way before landing in the United Kingdom where he embarks down a obstacle-lined path to a new destiny.

While living in exile, the boy matures into a man who struggles with finding a good reason to stay in his adopted country. After he attends university and law school, he trains as barrister where he encounters many difficulties working for the referendum commission and in the English courts, especially the RCJ. Unfortunately, he must also battle prejudices, racial discrimination, and the chronic disease of social injustice while attempting to find his place in a chaotic world where nothing is certain, especially in a court of law.

In this international tale, a boy is led on a journey from Sudan to the United Kingdom where he eventually trains as a barrister and learns that attaining equality is easier said than done.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: May 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781728354859

Peter Gaisiance LLB

Peter Gaisiance, LLB earned a Master in Finance and Law (MSC), law degrees (LLB with honors), and has been trained as a barrister. In the last five years, he has been involved in various civil litigations in the High Court of Justice. Life after Law School is his debut novel.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1 Introduction

Chapter 2 How Infinitive War Come into Existence?

Chapter 3 Before and After Proceedings

Chapter 4 The Early Childhood and Internship

Chapter 5 Early Lesson in life is like a Toddle in a Kindergarten

Chapter 6 The identity issue with both North-South Sudanese

Chapter 7 The Type of Nation State in Sudan

Chapter 8 The type of people who reside in Sudan:

Chapter 9 The old bigotry and Stereotype borrowed from the western colonists:

Chapter 10 Demarcation and the Tribal Boundary of Old Sudan

Chapter 11 First Glance at the Referendum

Chapter 12 Home Sick When Living Far Away from Home

Chapter 13 The Beginning of the Insurgency

Chapter 14 Traditional Cuisines and Deluxe

Chapter 15 First of Its Kind - Referendum

Chapter 16 Berlin Wall

Chapter 17 How Did He Die Suddenly?

Chapter 18 Who Could Mend Such a Broken Heart?

Chapter 19 The Desk at the Foreign Office vs 007

Chapter 20 The New Insurgency from the West

Chapter 21 Stopover at Cairo

Chapter 22 Old Cities

Chapter 23 Boutros Boutros-Ghali

Chapter 24 Why Asians and Africans Turned to Western Values and Culture Instead?

Chapter 25 The Beginning of Arabicisation

Chapter 26 Egypt Professional Associations Rallies!

Chapter 27 Sanctions Are Never Watertight!

Chapter 28 Egypt – World Bank Pledge $ billions For Business and Investments for Prosperity

Chapter 29 Policy Chaos with Mahmoud al-Sisi and the General Intelligence Service

Chapter 30 Only Six Presidents after British and Sultan rule ended in Egypt from 1950s!

Chapter 31 In Multinationals State, what we ought to know about other people belief and religion!

Chapter 32 Cairo’s Modernism and Urbanism

Chapter 33 The Secretary General of the Commission

Chapter 34 The Enlightenment of the Graceland concert

Chapter 35 Suk-Arab

Chapter 36 Time to return to the Far West!

Chapter 37 The Beginning of the End of Roundtrips

Chapter 38 Where Are These Mechanisation and Automation Taking Us?

Chapter 39 Distance between Darkness and Light!

Chapter 40 The New Year Booze-Up

Chapter 41 Evening in Cologne

Chapter 42 Effort to Stop the Crisis at the First Stroke!

Chapter 43 Public Exposure

Chapter 44 Public Have Been Muted and Lacerated by The Endless Calamitous!

Chapter 45 Excursionizing with Friends, Strangers and Colleagues in the Inner Cities!

Chapter 46 The Highlife of the West End Compared with The Frugality of The East End

Chapter 47 The Mogul Tycoons and Magnates of London

Chapter 48 The Theatrical and the Dramas at the Courthouses

Chapter 49 The Oblivion Scenes!

Chapter 50 Go Westward to Westfield

Chapter 51 The Inevitable Reversing of Lifestyles

Chapter 52 A Nowhere Every New Problem Springs Up from Day!

Chapter 53 Years in Deep Limbo

Chapter 54 The Vendetta’s Customs for a Vengeful Party!

Chapter 55 The Liberators’ Obvious Mischief and Shenanigans

Chapter 56 The Betrayal of Infiltrators Who Watch with Spying Technology

Chapter 57 The Double Dealers Who Sold Souls for Cash

Chapter 58 The Eye Catcher

Chapter 59 Girl-to-Girl Combat

Chapter 60 Man-to-Man Combat

Chapter 61 Whipping Up the Opinions of the Country’s Foolish Majority

Chapter 62 Spatial Divisions of Poverty and Wealth

Chapter 63 John Doe at Westminster

Chapter 64 First Attempt to Woo the Working Class

Chapter 65 Privileges to Representing the Nation at Higher Level!

Chapter 66 Reformists Said Time is Up with Lords!

Chapter 67 The Art Gallery at the House of Commons

Chapter 68 Calligraphic vs Typographic

Chapter 69 Islamic Renaissance

Chapter 70 Calamitous and Fever at The Arab Spring Uprising

Chapter 71 Hard Nose Day

Chapter 72 A Plot to Assassinate Maga Was Always on the Ticket by the Government

Chapter 73 A Pool within Sight

PREFACE

It took longer than the usual average twelve weeks when you sit down to write a small book like this because of so many hiccups in my life, particularly when first draft was snatched alongside my other property by the prominent leader of gangsters, who was officially become known to the media as well as to everyone else around at the time to have hired burglars to break into my place of residence and took everything included three large manuscripts, three kids’ passports of my friend who left their property temporary in my place whilst looking for a place of their own and my own passport. The reason for writing this book lie in changes that has taken place both in my life and in my country of origin in the past twenty-five years. I admitted that the life was tough in all its form and nothing was ever easy when I tried to study, work, and live in a foreign soil as a youngster without my parents or guardians to support me when needed but it is a must for me when there was no other way to complete my schooling which I started back home. Without the knowledge that you could get only after received a good training, experiences, and the disciplines, it would be almost impossible to know how to solve a problem that confronted us every now and then. By writing this book, I consent to share with you my strength in term of my own struggle, achievements, experience, and connection with the outworld; and my weakness in term of errors and mistakes that comes in different colours because someone else, who was powerful than the agents of any totalitarian regimes ever existent before that I did not even know was in control of everything that I do. This is a mixture of fact and fiction of the tale stories because it excluded the particulars of the state’s villains, antagonists, and disputants. But I hope reader shall gains invaluable knowledge from the positive aspects of it as well as from the negative and jealous hearted people. I was by now expected by many people, who followed my life to practice as a professional practitioner at law (barrister, banker, investor or even hedge fund manager) in the most vibrant cosmopolitan city conspicuously glaring and sparkling with the life, after completed both the advanced graduate school in Finance and Banking and in law and the Bar (BPTC) training, but as you will learn from this writing, there are such a persistent stream of obstacles in life that can stands on the paths of every professional career before realising your success. The text from the first writing is substantially different from the new text because I could not remember the exact modes and the humours I was in or I had at the time when I was writing it but both texts should be talking more or less about the same hot issues concerning the changes that has taken place both at home country of origin and in my studies and work life here and the crises that affected everyone else around me here or there and how everyone is going to emerge from them. Although I have greatly benefited from the court sessions I ever attended, seminars and lectures and debates that I watched sometimes at home and sometimes at the public gallery in the House of Commons during my activities times as a student and researcher, and the countless discussions I had with many lecturers and colleagues, the origin format of the book has not altered a bit. However, I am grateful to all those editorial teams who had given their times and had made invaluable comments on my writing which proved the readability of the book.

CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTION

We had a very crabby customers every other day, Jerem, Abadie and Acedo at our lounge. I do ensure you that they do not know our freaky customs and do not know you are in a crabby mood too. Not least among them, a two exasperated middle aged looking creepiest men and ladies and there were some crude yuppies, who are choppy about in the middle of the Victor Hugo foyer, who keep saying outloads to each other ‘Wesh! Ca va?’ ‘Yo! How’s it going?’ And there is nothing to suggest that those five youths were with them - one of whom appeared to be impersonating Mike Jackson and another claimed to be the Dead king of the pop – Elvis Presley. The men and the boys stood on the left, whilst the ladies and the girls on the right side of the lobby, with their inexpressible imperfectly buttoned and the tall one with his waistband resting precariously on his thighs, who stood behinds the half-opened reception, and could by no meant a temptation or inducement be prevailed upon to come out. This is the ‘Army,’ a posh place for middle class kids, who were with their family to stay in during their vocation and it is one of my preferences to lodge in every time I came to the Rue la Boulevard de la Bastille or arrondissements closer to the Avenue de Champs-Elysees, a wide fraiche Boulevard in a beautiful city. The ‘Army’ had exchanged hands countless times between friends and enemies. I learned from their literature that it was once ran and managed by Arab business tycoon then it falls into the hands of Jew business family. I do not know how, and I do not know who runs it now. There were also a couple of people from blockbuster, and they too were not least than blistering, who blinks and glanced at us with one eye closed and one or two fixed gooseberries, who stood disciplinarily in the far corner of the brasserie, motionless like a dead clock on the wall, and glared occasionally upon a pretty receptionist at the front desk. Here you might find everything you wanted. They provide concierge service and the barista on 24/7 standby to catering your need before you ask for it. When you finished sipping the best wine the money can buy, they escorted you upstairs to your apartment or arrange a chauffeur for you or you will be able to hire any type of vehicle suitable to your ultimate drives, tours and luxurious. The only valuable advises I ever received from someone who inquired into my affairs ‘Tu es toujour etudiant, ou tu bosses?’ ‘Are you still a student, or do you work?’ is a bloke who said that ‘enjoyed it while it last but it never does.’ He goes on to say that do not break your heart otherwise you will never be able to go back home or amended it. They have seen time and again people who falls in love with either this place or beautiful girls are more likely to have had broken heart into the smallest pieces, many times between deux and trois and vingt and dix-neif and triexe. He quantified his bizarre assertions with a ‘Frerotte’ in the picture. Twice, he said, was horribly in earnest; and once he really set upon the cast for five and six consecutively long years, all the energy and determination of which he is the soler digger of his own kiffer stylist. But it went the way of nearly all such things at last, though he thinks it kept him steadier than the working of his nature was, to many good things for the time. if anyone had interfered with his exceedingly small obsession, I do not know what absurdity he might or might not have committed in assertion of his proper liberty; but having plenty of trees, jungles, and forest here in European soils or even in Africa, he buried himself in the woods, fighting as a guerrilla, beyond recognition he changed his appearance and gone beyond all change of restoration. We did not know first the causes of his revolution and guerrilla warfare. The propagandists began to speculate that he banished for seditious activities. This was swiftly denied and was disapproved later that this was not the case as one of causes is lamented to be ‘II n’arrete pas de parler de cette meuf,’ in which he reiterated in ones of his pamphlets to the media that, he ‘won’t stop going on about that chick.’ And another thing is said about his causes is that he just wanted everybody in his country of original to have access to the nice things and calls for people not only to revolt but not to replace one dictator with another, absolutism with autarchy, authoritarians, with autocracy, Caesarism with czarism, if they really wanted to see replication of a fraiche thing like Champs-Elysees in their cities. Well, I never knew that people can buried themselves alive in the woods in the name of love with another place or with their own alter-egos girls.

Margaret known to us as Maggie or known to the rest of the country as Margareta or White Daisy, who has a misfortunate to possess the rare quality the people ever seen. There were numerous notoriously in a half of dozens of children cartoons with awful graphics and image and caricatures of corrupt popular figures in which she was featured in it, where she has a crystal ball, yet she did not foresee what tomorrow will bring. The cartoon with hyperbole and satires is meant to send a message from the most needed and disadvantaged and disposed children and young people or the never ended lower class’s circumstances. In it, she has a big head, big nose, big eyes, short fat legs and despite growing up in a wealthy merchant family, she has the misfortunate of not drinking fresh milk from her childhood, which had denied her the appropriate height for her size, but she won at least three general election with two landslides and one election was won with just a couple of hundreds votes when people fed up of her and the feuds dominated the remained terms of her years in the governments. For nearly four decades, folks, she did not only govern the country well, but she astonished her opponents on the opposite benches how she did that. As you can see, she was not the most beautiful lady in the whole West Lothian country, but she surrounded herself with the most extraordinary, pretty, and attractive, handsome, tall and respected figures mainly men, who speak an authoritative language, calmly demeanour, strong, pleasant, mellow, fruity, holiness and deep voice that always bring joys, tears, and happiness to their spectacular spectators and surroundings. She got credits and gained respects for doing this and won one election after another, not because she sent troops to Falkland to fight Argentinians in their own country nor because she crushed the most popular trade unionist leader this country ever had – Scargill, but simply because the electorates were visually satisfied with what they seen with their own eyes which were neither the burned issues on the party manifestos such as the education, the housing, the child credit, the Poll Tax, the soured unemployment, the interest rates, the joining of the ERM (European Exchange Rate Mechanism), the bread and butter and so forth. If not because of old age or because she was suddenly and painfully stabs in the back by her jealousy fans or by a bunch of narcissistic and morally a corrupted enemies within the party, because with exception to her husband, in the last few years of her governments, she was severely savaged and cruelled to her men in the cabinet which only woman can do to men and not men can do to each other, unless they are absolutely enemy, and who knows, she might even go on winning more elections that would make her the longest serving prime minister in the history of the democracy.

Had she chosen the most undecisive, unattractive and ugliest people like her in her cabinets, she might not even last one season in the government let alone coming the next election she would be ditched off or her hopes to renew her premiership would be dashed-off once she would be deselected. This bring us to the conclusion that Adel Imam and Margareta who had been in the public eyes for too long have had absolutely one thing they all have had in common, they both had not the luck, but the understanding of the public alters- egos. The only thing that is highly rated alongside the jealousy and the need of people is the visual satisfactions is always sufficient for most voters or public. This is not the scientific studies results, I strongly caveat you of that, but it is the experience. People do unthinkable thing when they are jealousy of other or when they blindly fall in love with their own alter-egos or whenever it comes to their needs and interest.

In the ancient time, it was documented by one popular playwright what people can do for love or when they are caught in the waves between the love and the jealousy. They invented things, rightly or wrongly, and they are always on a mission to prove it because they are competitive. Anything you can do they can do it better. This will especially be the case if the person who is always jealous of you is your neighbour or someone who you work with or country to country, while the big one with all the resources at their disposal will always try to score points to prove to themselves that they are better than you. The playwright’s assertions were that, as a play and the character himself, is tragic because of the working of jealousy at the effective end. In the play of Othello, every character is a part of either nurturing jealousy or falling victim to it by the former. It is jealousy alone that proceeds the acts and demands the destruction, making the play a Tragedy. In the modern time, would this be the case for Saddam versus West or Ghedaffi versus West? In the case of Adel Imam, he acted in a score of movies about a popular jailbird who defied the authority and in one of these films there were prison breakouts which caused the elected President, Mohammed Morsi his government and eventually his life. He regurgitated in the picture the conduit and clinched what others had been saying about the kangaroo court that when the corrupt authority attacked the remote community in the name of something, he was rather uneasy about it but, after all, he was not a member of that community so he let it go and did nothing, and then the same corrupt authority attacked the nearest community, and he was a little uneasy, but, still, he was not a member of that community too, and he did nothing; and then they attacked someone he know and another and another within his own small circle of friends and so on, and he was always uneasy, but still he did nothing. And they attacked his favourite places, schools, and other people amid their attempt to lend their supports, and he was a person for the people, and he said, he would fight back, and did something, but the cheer force and the flare of the fire that coming his ways were too strong for him and it was too late for him to reverse it. There he was locked away for alleged blasphemousness. I though Adel Imam was acting someone in one of these motion pictures but did not know that he was convicted and was incarcerated for at least six months for allegedly speaking rude words against the religion, naturally the Islam. I searched for evidence and found that the corrupt power wanted to get rid of him at all costs because of jealous and nothing else.

In my case, or in the case of Margie, the judge(s) at the RCJ have been either instrumental or consumed by the jealousies every time they heard mine or Margie’s name is mentioned in the media and hired a team of armies to cause him not just the credit he deserved but money as well as much as possible or to assassinate anyone who dare to say a good thing about him or who used Margie as a resource person for their own programs. In the face of the fact that he has never benefited personally financially or in any other ways because of these programs. But they used it to cause him everything. There were physical signs that the corrupt power who used unlimited public money and state resources such as the help of MI5, GCHQ were filled with jealousy too, which shown that they could be noticed by anyone who was watching as they do this thing openly and not behinds the closed door. Stev, one of the stooges, who make himself a stupendous person by doing this routinely, and with dozens of stooge ladies, who were hiring to do the same, they have been making bizarre claims that any success on his part would be used against the royal elements. What Margie has done to the high court people or to the royal elements? Nothing, except the fact that Margie is friends to number of people, just friends, with some local gals and lads, and the corrupt power who have been sanctioning him for too long does not like this. The assailants or assassins who they hired to carried out these dreadful deeds were too convinced that Margie spent far too much time in a company of either these friends or trying to make his fortunate the other legal way which will be used against them. They ordered every program to be given to others, mainly those who will monitoring and reporting to them, and those who help them to get rid of him. They even made bizarre claims that Margie wants to take the world or their friends’ places. So, this forced Margie to go underground to go out less and spent less times with his friends and his old acquaintance at the schools. Whenever Margie went to the city centre, theatres, cinemas, or was in one of the financial hubs or in the court venue, they alerted all their agents who were armed to the teeth not only to keep eyes on him but not to allow him to mingle with or win any case with something in it, naturally, meaning money or credit. Whenever Margie was in the Bear Garden, outside in the ones of the narrowing atriums waiting for his turns to go to the session or hearings, then their eyes begin to rotate around like revolver, their look would be one of the sullen and gloomy. Their eyebrows would be twisted, and their cheeks turned into red or pale and would be flushed. As he stands up or walks closer to one of these agents, the agent(s) hands, as you look closer, would form into fists, as if they were ready and were about to fight him. Their faces would contort in such a way that it would show their contempt not for the court, because that was always on their said but their contempt for him was unmistakeable. I tried to come in between and said hello to them or to the judge or master, who would press his lips flat. His teeth would be clenched, and his expression would be pinched as if he were an umpire who was now not to be trusted anymore as an umpire because he joined the other side. I would find myself in an awkward situation as if I were also in the playground with naughty strangers, who could land a big blow into your jaws, because they were biggest than me now. When the going got tough or hearing started, they would put someone behinds me, who would interrupt the hearing or me whenever I was talking by making slightly glow or make some other pretended cough or noise in his or her throat. I realised later that this is the one way of sending the signal to the judge or to the master in case talking went well if their facial expressions were not sufficient to send a message. They do this frequently, by blinking with their eyes is another method to communicate the old message and to remind the umpire that the deal they made earlier was still on the table. The opponent barrister would mutter things that were never kind under their breath. Instead stated their case they would swear either at me or Margie and criticise the action of bringing this case to the court and the judge would prematurely terminate the hearing by joined their side without examined the evidence of the case. When the judge or master said these things or saying their lines, they would laugh, it would be an ugly, scornful ridicule-filed laugh. It is possible the Master would shout insults and or call the litigant names. Their speech would become rude to the point that the judge or master would say something that would be considered as a ‘low blow.’ If, and, whenever the first hearing went in our favourite, the opponents, who often came to the court in a group of four barristers and five trained solicitors not to mention their clerks and their supporters and spectators on the public gallery or behinds us, they would do extraordinary things that I have never seen in the whole course of my life. first, before the court rise, their movements (shoving hair out of face, wiping tears from eyes) would be quick and sharp, followed by something that sound like objections. If the judge or master had made secret dealt with them prior to the hearing, his life would be over in a matter of hours or so when he is being exposed so the quicker way to save himself or for him is to do U-turn by revered his decision. In majority of cases, we would be told to sit outside corridors while the judge reviews his decision. The opponent’s legal representatives and the opponent themselves would be mimic the ways only the animals could move their parts of the bodies. Then, while we were at the balcony or corridors or atrium, they would be kicked at an unfortunate object that happened to be close by or in their way even the chairs or tables that were placed in that area so that people who come to the court can sit in them while waiting for their turn to go into the hearings. The naughty ones would go back to his childhood by pulling stunts or pranking to try to have attention directed toward their colleagues once the hearing is halfway or over. Once again, in law, this could be considered as their behaviour is reckless, but it wins them the case every time. But how did they do it?

CHAPTER 2

HOW INFINITIVE WAR

COME INTO EXISTENCE?

Living among them for so long make you to realise that there is an infinitive war that is fought for such a long time. They said this in ones of their satires that the war between the predictor and its preys will go on infinitively because they are the enemy and the enemy never die. When there is no more Saddam, no more Ghedaffi, no more IR, no more la Qaeda, no more Nelson, who can reminded the ignorant of these things or injustice, but with no shortage of these kinds of slaves from a variety of backgrounds and colours, who they could use against anyone everyday with no exceptional of Friday or Sunday because they are not particularly a religious people, I can ensure you that it is just a matter of time before they will instigate another war from blue or even tried to bring back the slavery in full swing. How do you live for the whole course of your life in a big city like this with a neighbour(s) whose job is to report you every day of the weeks, months, years after years whether you are out or still inside your little laurel! The media and the authority (RCJ) both of whom have been particularly savage and effective as ones of Saddam’s WMD dangerous weapons and sources of defamation on daily basis. I tried not to think about it too much for it will hold you back so much until you will not know whether you are dead horse or captive to one of these situations but then there comes a time when you think of the déjà vu which reminded me of yesteryears. I have never in my life been so terrified of the uncertainty than now and disgusted, or made to think my client – Meggie was an alien which made me so sick and sore at heart, as I have been by the treatment, he has received from so many quarters or from some of these families or establishments here …. in a reference to the right to win a case or right to work as professional, owned property and raises family …. There fall upon him scores of their powers of the state resources, which imputing things with extreme ill motive. The very suggestion that people of his types should not be allowed to own anything which turns my blood to disrespectful or rude behaviour; and insulting everybody around me in such terms of vagabond scurrility as they would stigmatise no public enemy number one with. I learnt from the post war literature that during the totalitarian regimes in Europe, all defence lawyers were treated as if they were the combat enemies by the state officials and I guessed that was what they tried to do to me, even on a minor case. However, I vow to leave everything behinds and moved on and asked Maggie to do the same, to survive this and maybe one day they will see with their own eyes what they did to everybody in your name was not only unfair and unjust but before those who carried out such orders of these dreadful authorities or elements of the state have banished from the face of the earth. Because nothing will suffice until someone defeat them in their own games as Lip-Bar used to do every time, I was on stand in court even though they never admitted it because it is believed to be written in their holy book that do not allow anyone in who was not a member of their household or slave or who is being portrayed as an alien to win in their court and I was not exceptional to their rule. ‘Real, defeat them in their own game?’ said one friend. Ok, ok, I give you that and withdrawn that word, as this sound like a wishful thinking. Because no one before or since ever beats them in their own games. Because they never have any rules where they stick to it. The rules in the law-book does not matter to them. They bent it every time it touches their interest, and they are the umpire in their own games that is the simple reason why we never win any case or game in regardless of the tones of evidence against the opponents. But let be clear that the scorn and indignation I and Maggie and everyone else have felt afterwards under this unmerciful and deteriorated degradation treatment has been to me an amount of agony such as I have never experience since my childhood.

Well, in law, the court drama which I depicted in this text are the part of the tale story which will always remain a mystery and never a reliable evidence to convict any suspect unless if you actually obtained the film footage. However, it was enough to lacerate the viewers on both sides of the aisles, if they all had ever watched it at all, and a few years down the lines it started up again the mystery controversy in another episode which will never be settled by the court nor by any other meant necessary. When man of power started to unleash such a ferocious attack against a defenceless civilian in such manner, the idea of using the law as the best defence weapon to protect your interest, your life and property become hopelessly redundance when they are the very people who decided what is the law and what is not the law and because they are the law themselves.

CHAPTER 3

BEFORE AND AFTER

PROCEEDINGS

In the police case like this, the witnesses were never treated equal in English court, which contradicts what the law implies or says in the text that can be found in the Law Book such as the Red Book, Green Book or White Book which are commonly used as a practitioner’s handbook in the civil proceedings in the civil court or the Blue Book and the Grey Book which are commonly used in the criminal proceedings in the criminal court. And in any civil litigation or lawsuit, the witnesses, in theory at least, are treated in the eyes of the law as if they were equal even though in reality they will never be recognised as equal in any English court that I have been too. Nevertheless, from the outset of the trial, thing always go smoothly accordingly to the presiding judge, who will control pretty much the conducts of the trials and determined the disclosures of what relevant evidence to be disclosed to the trial. When an adult witness is called by the prosecution during a trial, the witness will go into the witness box and will either take the oath or affirm:

‘that the evidence which I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth,’

and after this brief drama, he or she will identify himself or herself by name. The address of a witness (included alleged victim) must not be taken or known to anyone else except the judge unless it is relevant to an issue in the case. If it is a criminal litigation then it is the prosecutor for the state or if it is the civil litigation then it is the barrister (counsel) for the claimant, who will then take the witness through his or her evidence in chief. The witness is then cross-examined by the first’s legal representatives, then cross-examined by the second defendant’s legal representative (counsel). When cross-examination is brought to an end by the direction of the preside judge, the prosecutor in the criminal trial or the litigant’s barrister or the litigant herself or himself with the permission of the presided judge should be called to the stand box again to re-cross-examined any of the witness who is more likely to spell the bean on any matters arising out of origin cross-examination. The justices’ clerk is entitled to ask any questions of prosecution witnesses, but this is always happened at the lower level of the court such as the magistrates’ court or county court, but never in the high court or court of appeal or supreme court. Although the justices’ clerk is entitled to ask the prosecutions witness any questions, this is highly unlikely to happen when a defendant is legally represented but where a defendant is appearing in person’ (i.e., representing herself or himself) then the justice clerk should ask any question he or she considers necessary in the defendant’s interest. After completing their evidence, prosecution witnesses can remain either inside court or wait outside the court until the remained case of the trial are brought to the conclusion. And if you are a good barrister, then you should not just ask the presided judge orally but actually make formal application to exclude all the witnesses from the court which was what I had done in any case that had more than one witness. I would tell the judge that the witnesses were not entitled to sit inside the court, but all witnesses would be called in turn and after finished given evidence must not speak to any other witnesses and must leave the court and wait outside until the remained matter is brought to the conclusion. Because of cross-examination is that each side to the case is digging for the evidence that would otherwise never come out and as a prosecution or claimant, you are looking for the contradictions from the depositions given under oath by the witnesses on either side, and they always do if they were lying and did not rehearsed their evidence before they come to the court.

When preparing for the case, there are several steps to take before the trial commenced which I will not go through in depth since it is not the core subject of this book. However, briefly, I will be tempted to share with you the basic requirement for determined what witnesses’ evidence the prosecution intends to rely upon to prove their case whether it is civil or criminal litigation. If it is the claimant who determined that, then the defendant will be informed of the decision and will then know what witnesses need to be cross-examined, usually when there is substantial dispute as to the materials facts between what the claimant or prosecution or defendant perceived to be factual evidence, and what the witness on either side of the aisle asserts and where there is no dispute, the witness statement of either side can also be read just to ask both sides to the case to confirm whether or not they agreed with the version of the witness statement. Once the court has notified both sides usually the defendant of those witnesses the prosecution relies upon, and once the defendant have requested the attendance of any of those witness in order to cross examine them, the prosecution is obliged to call those witnesses. This mean that the prosecution cannot simply abandon a witness in the mid-trial unless the defence agree. Even if the prosecution decide they do not wish to adduce evidence from any such witness, they must call and tender the witness., meaning the witness will be called into the witness box and will be asked the questions in chief, but the defence will still be able to cross examine the witness. If the prosecution on the other hand has served witness statements on the defence of the witness they intend to rely on at trial and the defence have notified the prosecution they wish such witness to attend the trial to give evidence, the prosecution is under obligation to call that witness, or tender him. However, after service of the statement but prior to the trial, the prosecution, of the prosecution forms the view that the witness is not capable of telling the whole truth or belief, then there is no obligation to call that witness. The defence of course, could then make its own arrangements, as it was in the private prosecution brought by the victim’s family in this example was the Stephen Lawrence case, the defence could call that witness, at their own cost, if it wishes to do so in support of its case. In short, when the defence have no dispute with the content of a prosecution witness’s statement no purpose would be served in calling the witness to give evidence live. For this reason, where the defence agree, the prosecution can read the statement of prosecution witness. There can often be a considerable amount of evidence in case which is agreed such as the statement of (1) doctor, as in Sala case in this trial, who have examined the victim witness’s allegedly injuries and noted to coincident with her other injuries which might or might not has nothing to do with the alleged assault; (ii) police officers who have attended the scene of an alleged crime and arrested the suspect and transported him to the police facility; (iii) Scenes of Crimes Officers who attended crimes scene, and took fingerprint lifts, photographs or recovered other evidence; (iv) witness, such as smart devices or CCTV footages and shop workers, who took or passed to the police video evidence of an evidence and can add nothing to what is on the video. I will not elaborate the whole aspects of the criminal and civil litigation proceedings due to the lack of space and time, but I hope this explanation will entertain the reader in particular if it were too dramatic in a short thriller.

CHAPTER 4

THE EARLY CHILDHOOD

AND INTERNSHIP

My experience derived from a variety of works and training I had received including the early education I acquired at boarding schools and my youth work with multinational petroleum companies in Western Nuer, which was my first office work as a teenager in sixth form. The post was for an office assistant. My job was to assist the clerk of the warehouses in filling requisition forms and sometime for sitting in office with radio operator for a short duration of one summer school holiday. This was the second headquarters of the multinational companies in the region and the headquarters of all other multinational companies. It was an extremely busy place roaring vividly with life—cars, pickup trucks, lorries, and airplanes, which landed in nearby airports and airstrips every hour of the day and night. It was a place where we were exposed to what were known as small and giant technologies - mechanicals and machineries.

It was a joint policy between the local government and the multinational companies to prepare students for life by given them short training during school holidays. So, I was not alone and the students who spent time as interns were exposed to something more than reality. There was a story going around about a drink that some kids said they got drunk with when they had it. It consisted of Pepsi Cola or Coca Cola with the addition of something alcoholic like whisky or Heineken beer, and they had never tasted anything like it before.

Interns enjoyed their work because it was an opportunity to polish their language skills, communication skills, and social skills, particularly as there was no television to watch, no radio to listen to, and no newspapers and magazines to read. In fact, there was little to stimulate the minds of enthusiastic youngsters and keen learners. We adored these multinational companies for trained youngsters, but mainly for their extraordinary wealth and unrivalled vast resources, which exceeded those of the location governments where it operated, and all other companies combined. But that was the last work I ever did in my country of origin for the next twenty years.

My education and my internship along with my community work through a voluntary organisation and the private company was intended to be my first job which I had ever done whilst living abroad, which contributed to my independent and creativity.

When we departed from this region or returned to this motherland one day, I believed everyone would havr their story to tell about the place and the people who lived in it or the people we left behinds. But if someone has gathered enough information about everyone who ever had lived there, they will write a huge pamphlet about each one, but which may riddle with misinformation and distortion because it was a time when young men ran away to be enlisted both by the government and the rebels in the civil war. Many youngsters had left their homeland on their own free will but a vast number of them were in and out of guerrilla warfare for many years without learning how to shoot with the Kalashnikov rifles let alone handled a huge antiaircraft artillery and big machine guns. And those who survived the ordeals came back to the place they were living now full of many horrors and tale stories that were unheard of before. Some of their experiences, however bad they might be, were translated into a legend or trick in life that prepared them at once for the profession of many careers, mainly soldier. Many of mine peers settled back to the village life if not in the military service that was the only career that was available at the time, because it is profitable to a soldier in a corrupt environment in which only those with the power can survived the ordeals. There were no other careers that I could think of at the time rather than be in the army of either side: government or guerrillas because neither government troops nor guerrillas’ soldiers