“May I continue, your honor?” the defense council, Barr. Brown asked.
“You may,” the judge replied.
“When did you begin your official journey into sexuality, Frankie? You understand the question, don’t you? I mean, when was the first time you had sex?”
“Objection. My lord, the question is irrelevant.”
“Objection over ruled, you may answer the question.”
“April last year.”
“At 15 and in a little less than one year, you’ve had more than 6 boyfriends, am I right?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes or no, please.”
“No.”
“No? I doubt it. This year alone, you have broken up with more than 3 boyfriends. Charles, Tony and Felix, am I right?”
“Yes.”
“You slept with Dickson to pay Charles back for cheating on you and you slept with Davis, Elaine’s boyfriend to get even with Elaine for sleeping with your boyfriend, Charles.”
“Yes.”
The crowd booed.
“Then on Saint Valentine’s Day this year, you met Dayo and you compensated him with sex, am I right?” 
“Yes,” she answered guiltily.
The crowd booed again.
“Silence!” the judge banged his gavel.
“Then, I am also correct to say this year alone, you have slept with over 10 men?”
Frankie didn’t say anything. Barr. Nwaka shifted uneasily on his seat. This was getting really nasty and messy. 
“You’re under oath, Frankie. Men’s lives and career, companies’ reputations are on the line. We are not joking here. Did you sleep with all of them?”
“Yes, but with condom.” 
“How many times have you had an abortion?”
“Objection. My lord, the question is leading.”
“Over ruled. You may answer the question.”
“None.”
“None? What if I produce contrary evidence?”
“Objection. My lord, if he has evidence, let him produce them now,” The prosecuting counsel intervened.
“If I have to, then I will,” Barr. Brown shot back.
“I’ll sustain that, Mr. Brown, please rephrase your question.”
“As your lordship pleases, I will.” Turning to Frankie, he said. “Have your parents repeatedly talked to you about your wayward lifestyle? Was that not the reason why your father turned his back on you?”
“No, no they never did. My mother only gave me condoms at times and told me it was okay to do it as long as it is protected.”
The crowd booed again
“What is your relationship with your dad?”
“We rarely talk because he’s never really at home.”
“That is to say you hate your father?”
“Objection.”
“I’ll sustain that. Please, Barr. Brown rephrase your question.”
“Have you ever made fun of your father in school? Maybe passed a note in class that made fun of your father?”
“No.”
“No? You wrote this? This is your handwriting, isn’t it? You were writing here about your father?” Barr. Brown asked, passing a hand drawn cartoon around for all to see. 
“It was meant to be a joke.”
“Have you ever told your mother that babies don’t get pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“Then who will be correct to say you are mentally deranged because any well- balanced girl will not say that? I put it to you, Miss Nnamani that you deliberately got pregnant to ruin your father’s political career.”
“Objection. My lord, if he has any medical proof that she is mentally deranged, let him produce it now.”
“I will sustain that. Please, rephrase your question.”
“You hate your father, Frankie. You hate him because he wanted to abort you and because he wanted a boy and not a girl. So you deliberately got pregnant to ruin him and now you are concocting this abortion stuff. Now, to you, it’s payback time, isn’t it?”
“It’s a lie. I don’t hate my father and I have no reason to get pregnant outside wedlock. I mean, imagine the shame, the stigma and the psychological trauma.”
“Do you always use condom?”
“Yes.”
“I doubt it. Do you know one Miss Rhoda Ikedi?”
“Yes, she was my class mate in primary school.”
“Good. She told me you said and I quote, ‘I will never use condoms. It removes the bit in between,’ end quote. That was what you said. So who will be correct to say you don’t use condoms at all?”
“I use condom always and consistently too.”
“Can you tell this honorable court why you hate your father so much?”
“Objection. My lord, the question is leading.”
“I’m gonna sustain that, Mr. Brown. Please rephrase your question.”
“As your lordship pleases, I will,” turning to Frankie he asked. “Did you tell your friends you will do anything possible to ruin your father’s political career because he wanted to ruin your life? I have spoken to some of your friends; can you remember something they might have told me that you haven’t told this court?”
“Objection. My lord if he has other witnesses let him call them now.”
“If I have to call those other children, then I will.”
“I’ll sustain that. Mr. Brown. Please, rephrase your question.”
“You hate your father, don’t you? You hate him because he didn’t want you and you don’t use condom at all?”
“These things are not so. I use condom always.”
“You hate your father; you want to pay him back in his own coins. You have a moral weakness and couldn’t resist jumping from sheet to sheet and when you found out you were pregnant and couldn’t pin it on any of your numerous boyfriends or get an abortion; you went and concocted this bullshit. That’s what happened, isn’t it so?”
“That’s not what happened. These things are not so. It is not true. I do not hate my father. In fact, I have no reason to hate my father. It was safe sex,” her voice trailed off. 
“Order!” the judge commanded, banging his table. “Order!”
“I have only one more question for you, Miss Nnamani, why do you want to ruin the blossoming career of your father?”
“I don’t have any interest in my daddy’s career or anyone else. I just want justice.”
“I have no more questions for the witness, my lord.”
“That will be all for today. Hearing will continue tomorrow by 9.00 o’clock in the morning,” the judge said.
“Court!” the court clerk bellowed.