On this day, two years ago - I was restless and couldnt sleep with the pending outcome of my court case. Imagine. Me? Headed to court A, fighting to win a case that could have given me 15 - 20 years at Sun City Prison. Tossing and turning, and couldnt sleep for shit

So, I prepared for it, like a warrior would (only to find my guides had this premeditated. as to why? I STILL DONT KNOW). Did all I have to, to get myself war ready. Ah, pulled up to court the next day - only two major cases to be heard. TWOO??

Now - a person arrives, Kempton Park, Court A. Outfit to the nines! (Atleast let me go to prison looking like a boss right?) High heels, make up, outfit, the works - only to be greeted by a whole convoy. Military, Police, EMPD, National Traffic, Private SUVs. Eehban? An'den?

So my lawyer asked if I smoked, tell him nah, homie gives me his car keys and I head off to roll while he talks to the prosecutor about maybe getting me a reduced sentence or somehow do community service for about 6000 hours because my aviation career is in possible jeopardy

While im busy, this convoy lights up sirens again, all of a sudden there's snipers (military malitia) and maberethe exiting the compound heading towards a deep dark tinted Range Rover - no questions asked, same time I switch the aircon on (blow down the smoke - im already in kak)

Now, at this time, fear kicks in. I can feel Im scared, but there is a rumble in my soul, and for some reason my inner "fuck it" took center stage. And just like that, my anxiety subsided and really just didnt care about the outcome.

I left it in the hands of my Higher Power

Get to the courthouse, manje kuya nyiwa. Hehban, ngoku we are being searched and told to switch our phones off and hand them over (okay, this is weird - SINCE WHEN? ) and then Im told I will appear last after this first high profile case CHISOS!

Now im confused.. HIGH PROFILE? ubani ke ngoku. Im even concluding that nah, must have been that KLM flight diamond scandal (it was never published) or something. Who is this person? IT CANT BE ME - I mean, this is Kempton Park for crying out loud, the airport is JUST THERE

While seated on the bench, police officers wearing heavy protective gear emerge, all of a sunday, there are sniper personal in every corner, and below the bench I hear this one officer scream "..WARRANT VULA, NANGU' USBOSHWA.." and then, chains start yanking towards the top

Judging by the echo of the chains, with each step the prisoner took, you could hear this person is heavily chained down. Wrists, ankles, waist, ALL OF! man's was really not going ANYWHERE and judging by the personnel on site - this is a very dangerous criminal.

I put my head down, and it hits me "..nigga, this is it - high crimes court..." kodwa when the echo sounded nearer to the top, I slightly took a peep, to see who it is I am sharing this room with. Who Im going up against for the judge's mercy - and then I lock eyes with him. HE'S

RADOVAN KREJČIR

NIGGA same time I had a groupie moment I think my heart was more amazed and impressed by myself (I get to share a courtroom with a Mafia boss) - weirdly enough, I think he noticed because he smiled back, though his eyes ARE RUTHLESSLY COLD he looked

mans takes a seat, and his handcuffs are released, doors locked, defense personnel stationed - then all of a sudden, dead silence! you can smell the fear in the courtroom. then the police and military people exchanging looks of certainty that they stand together in solidarity.

now im listening to his lawyer tell the judge WHY HE SHOULD SERVE HIS SENTENCE HERE AND NOT IN CZECH REPUBLIC and Im literally in awe at how slithery this man is. Listening to the dead bodies he dropped, faked his death, fraud and white collar crime IM LIKE. . . YOH

Now court goes into recess. . tea break plus lunch (heehban, we been here for 4 hours already? shiiit ok) and then im offered the chance to smoke again and read my texts ya'know - futhii i have munchies, so I walk to MickyDz, which is across the road.

After recess, he proceeded to be tried further, now its Kora to 3, Im shitting bricks - at the same time im excited, because if I dont appear, its another extension on freedom although I would have wasted an outfit, but same time IRONCARE freedom matters the most right now

FINALLY, its my turn to appear, as the mans descended down the stairs, the judge heads off to the chambers (maybe it was a security debrief) and my phone is handed back to me. Now it 15:45 and courts close at 16:00 - duku duku the judge calls 15 min recess. NJAARNI BABES?

Now im like, clearly Im never appearing, so I head outside.. I swear mid Courtleigh, the warrant officer who had my docket comes and calls me to hurry up back into court before they close, and he seemed excited about my appearance, so that gave me some slight hope.

Go back inside, I take the stand - and the judge comes out from the chambers. NOW this is where it gets tricky.

THIS IS NOT THE SAME JUDGE FROM EARLIER

Instead its a different oke! Now Im panicking on 3000! But, I choose to dwadla my mean mugg and come out notorious - mans reviews my case file notes from all the previous appearances. and mandem is READING THROUGH IT

Eventually mans asks me a few questions (confirming details Id assume) and in less than 3 minutes I heard the words I WAS WAITING TO HEAR. . . .

"...Upon reviewing this docket as an external party, it has come to my attention that this was a clear case of police officers in the justice system abusing the power bestowed upon them, as a result, I'd like to formally apologize for your experience, and withdraw the case..."

I looked at this white man for an extra 2 minutes, thinking he'd change his mind - and then he said "..COURT IS CLOSING MA'AM GO CELEBRATE.." - at first I thought I heard right, til my lawyer tapped my shoulder and it felt real and I GOT THE HELL OUTTA THERE,

And Now Im Here.