Poetic Side: Lawyers – Bolaji Ramos

Dead liars! Fucking twisters! Advocatus diaboli! And like doctors They too can call the dead the living; Call the mute the singing! Like accountants They too can twist the wrist of...

Poetic Side: SUSPENDED – Bolaji Ramos

Justice rushed, Justice crushed. How do I qualify Justice suspended? Judicial time extended Quality time expended For their Lordships now To rock couches at home. Litigators lamed, Their chambers maimed No briefs on office...

Poetic Side: One Nigeria – Bolaji Ramos

I. Good fences make good neighbours Yours as yours and mine as mine. Walls of Jericho and The Berlin Wall, Stone demarcation for every ethnicity! RUGA to the North;...

“My Final Legal Crowning” – 10 Years On, Bolaji Reminisces on His Journey to...

By Bolaji S. Ramos Every 14 February is very important and special to me, not because it is Valentine's Day. But because it is an...

Poetic Side: Typology of the Cold Room – Bolaji Ramos

There are four laws That govern the Cold Room! Four categories of participants That patronize the Cold Room! Four classes of commentators That comment on the Cold Room! And when...

Poetic Side: Invocation of Themis – Bolaji Ramos

Lady Themis Upon the floors of Equity Bearer of the sword and the scales of fairness Wearer of the blind, the fold and the blindfold Mother of morals...

Poetic Side: The Hates in the Hate Speech Law – Bolaji Ramos

There are three hates Within… Around… Abound… The Hate Speech Law! And just like the disjointed clouds in the sky, They come in different degrees and pedigrees! There is the hate From...

Poetic Side: The Activists – Bolaji Ramos

From Mars or Jupiter The activists arrived in their party charter. The first step they took Was to criticize our legal book, And in their considered findings and...

Poetic Side: The Courtroom Goddess – Bolaji Ramos

Today I saw Themis in the courtroom But she carried neither a sword nor a broom. With me she sat in the rowdy bar At a distance...

Poetic Side: The CJN and The Legal Comedy – Bolaji Ramos

I. Wake me up from my slumber When this legal comedy, That now I must sing in parody, Purges itself of this cacophonous melody. There was no Mr. Spencer To...