The courtroom clerk who corrected a SAN and lived to tell it

A Senior Advocate walked into my registry last week, threw a file on my desk and said the case must be listed for Thursday. I looked at the file. No payment receipt. No endorsement. Nothing.

I told him the file cannot move. He asked if I knew who he was. I said yes, I know who you are, and I still need the receipt. He stood there for maybe thirty seconds, staring at me like I had slapped his father.

Then he laughed. Paid the fee. Filed properly. Yesterday he sent me a bottle of wine. In this court, when a man respects the process, even the clerk respects the man. Abeg, how many of una have ever had to stand your ground with a senior colleague and still collect gift after?