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...
