Dear Barristers and Solicitors of the Federal Republic,
You’ve been drafting, defending, and decoding legalese all week. Now it’s time to drop the wig, hang the gown, and enter soft life mode. Because even the Constitution didn’t say you must suffer!
Here’s your weekend brief—no citations required:
Sleep Like NEPA Took Light and You Don’t Care
No court sittings. No “urgent” WhatsApp. Just you, your fan (or AC if God has buttered your bread), and uninterrupted sleep. If you wake up and it’s afternoon—case closed.
Chop Life—Literally
Amala and gbegiri? Jollof that slaps harder than a cross-examination? Eat like you just won a landmark case—even if all you did was survive Third Mainland traffic.
Put Your Phone on Airplane Mode (Even If You’re Not Flying)
Your inbox will be fine. That client who thinks Saturday is for legal advice? Tell them you’re observing constitutional rest.
Do Something That Has Zero Legal Relevance
Watch Nollywood. Dance to Asake. Paint something wild. The goal is joy, not billable hours.
Be a Couch SAN (Senior Advocate of Netflix)
Laugh till your belly hurts. Bonus points if you do it in your wrapper or boxers with chilled zobo in hand.
Rest no be laziness o—it’s strategy.
So this weekend, forget “Your Lordship” and embrace “Your Lounge-ship.” Monday will come, but for now, na soft life dey reign.