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Mr. Fru and the Trap in Banjul Court

In the busy heart of Banjul, the capital of The Gambia, something unusual was happening inside Courtroom 7

Judge Samba, known across the land for his serious face and love for groundnut soup, sat high on his bench in his big black robe. He looked down at the people before him with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue.

Mr. Fru the judge shouted, banging his gavel, Why have you abandoned your wife and three children for this this lady in lemon dress with hips that could cause traffic in Serrekunda

The courtroom gasped. Some aunties fainted. One man dropped his attaya glass.

Mr. Fru, a skinny man with big dreams and small pockets, looked nervous. He held his mistress’s hand tightly as if she was his lawyer. The woman, dressed like she was going to a music video, turned around and gave the judge a small bounce. Even the security guard blinked twice.

Your Lordship, please Come down and see something first before you judge me ooo, Mr. Fru cried, pointing to the yellow-dressed lady’s evidence.

The judge’s mouth opened in shock.

But from the corner of the room, Fru’s wife, Madam Mboob shouted, Your Lordship, Don’t fall for it! It’s a trap
She had the eyes of a lioness ready to bite, and a wrapper tied so tight around her waist it could challenge a belt.

Suddenly, the court clerk whispered to the judge, Sir, even the court logo is blushing. Please stay up there before something spiritual happens

The judge leaned forward slowly, confused and curious. But just before he could climb down, the bailiff threw a Bible at his feet.

Remember your training, sir, Focus. Resist temptation

At that moment, Judge Samba stood up, raised his hands, and declared, Case adjourned. I need spiritual backup and cold water

Mr. Fru tried to run, but his wife chased him with her shoe. The mistress snapped selfies. And somewhere in the corner, someone whispered, This one is not court matter. This is wahala with makeup

And that, my friends, is how one man’s love for big distractions almost confused the whole justice system in The Gambia.

Not every curve is a blessing. Sometimes it’s a courtroom trap

‭Isaiah 54:4 KJV‬
Fear not; for thou shalt not be ashamed: neither be thou confounded; for thou shalt not be put to shame: for thou shalt forget the shame of thy youth, and shalt not remember the reproach of thy widowhood any more.