He walked with a stride I had never seen before. It was assertive. It was strong. It

seemed like this transformed persona was the outcome of some ace undertaking. I

could see my father rising above the Cimmerian shade.

We embraced. What timing! It was as if his arrival was truly through the work of

some divine intervention, to reinforce fortitude.

‘Dad, how? What? I didn’t think you would come so soon! This is great!’ I

exclaimed while hugging him, my eyes teary.

‘Ekene,’ he said turning to my new friend, ‘you provide a wonderful service. And

your workers are swift and very diligent. Thank you for helping us reunite.’

‘We were always going to reunite, dad!’ I said, my hands holding on to his

shoulders.

‘Yes, but in the middle of my travels, I kind of began to lose hope of ever seeing you

again. Your letter, however, gave me the pep I needed. I rushed the moment I read the

last word.’

‘What were you doing on your travels?’ Nin asked excitedly while Mr. Kit and

Judge Firdous looked on. Dumbstruck.

‘Well, I started off with just retreating a little farther off to Left Arrow, in the

nowhere regions of Silverns, trying to figure out what I had to do and how I could

achieve it, when I met some incredible people along the way.’

‘Why should anyone in this room care about these incredible people?’ Judge Firdous

asked impatiently.

‘Because these are the people you banished from here! And now they will be

brought back!’

He went over to the doors, and said, ‘Come on in, friends.’

Mr. Kit inclined his neck to a pre-look at father’s surprise arrivals while Judge

Firdous, quite obviously, leaned over her table, her eyebrows raised as if that would

enhance her peripheral vision.

My friends, too, huddled around me, curious, waiting.

In walked a group of people who redefined the word unique. They appeared to be

mergers of different professions. One man was half doctor, half clown. His right side

was all yellow with pink polka dots, orange frizzy hair covering fifty percent of his

head, while his left side was the flappy white coloured coat like skin, and brown hair

on top of that section. These same features played a distinctive role on his face too.

His nose was half bloated, and a green coloured semicircle, while the other was a

regular nose, the kind majority of the professions had. There were only a few

exceptions for more animated careers like that of clowning. His right shoe looked like

a giant white banana that squeaked at a sort of low pitch, while the other was a

standard black covering.

Two of the girls that entered had the top portion of their bodies in the typical

uniform of the domestic help, like Catarina. A frilly white cap on their heads and

black chests with a white apron, except the apron part never came around, since the

abdominal succession resulted in two legs with dull blue flappy skins – the pants

worn by nurses at hospitals.

There were four more of this exceptionally different group of people.

They were the “freaks”, the “outcasts”, the “deformed”.

‘Remember them, Judge?’ my dad asked.

Judge Firdous frowned.

‘You passed a law, the Silverns Code of Synthesis 7.3, that dictated every person

born with a “deformity” or a mutation be dispelled from Silverns. But if only you

realised how flawed your understanding of the profession you were born into really is.

Guess not all the people born looking like something are that good at it.’

‘What are you on about!’ the enraged Judge demanded.

‘Because everyone is so scared around here to really look around and ask questions

and figure matters out for themselves out of fear of being bludgeoned that they will

blindly accept and get fed all that the so called professionals say since they feel they

are the only body of authority, and hence completely right!’

Everyone in the room was caught in suspense. Father’s oratory skills had also

skyrocketed.

‘When in reality, Judge,’ he continued, ‘the Silverns Code of Synthesis 7.3 actually

dictates the amiable inclusion of those born with mixed professions. It is a celebration

of their diversity!’

Ekene smiled.

The look of disbelief on Judge Firdous and Mr. Kit’s faces prompted my father to

add casually, ‘Of course, I’d tell you to look it up but you’re the law expert not me.

I’m the clown, remember?’

‘How dare you! Where did you get your insolence from?’ Judge Firdous asked in an

unimpressive state.

‘From reading. You do like to code your law books don’t you? It is a good thing I

figured my way around it. You see, I decided to pursue my dream after all and began

to go through the basic law principles. It also helps when the librarian is a

miscellaneous and agrees to not call the police on you when her entire faction is in

mutiny. On my journey I discovered some great and wonderful things. And in that

journey, nothing is more heartening when you receive a letter from your child telling

you of all the great things being accomplished on the flip side of the coin. My child, I

am really proud of you.’

I gave my parent a slight nod of thank you. In that moment we were unbounded,

eternal.

‘This is ridiculous. I am being threatened in my own courtroom. I think it’s time to

call security,’ Judge Firdous said to Mr. Kit.

‘No it is all right,’ he replied a little shakily, ‘whatever happened will remain here.

We just need to agree to their, to their, uh, petition, and they will be gone. Right now

it will be best to just let them go.’

Judge Firdous had nothing more to say except a repetition, ‘but why not imprison

them?’ she asked meekly.

‘It is a big group and their friends know of all this in Left Arrow. We do not want

them to rise in mutiny and destroy the computers now do we?’ Mr. Kit pleaded,

‘seriously just let them out. We, we’ll manage them, don’t worry.’

More than anything, the thought of having me, the only person apart from him to

know what he really was, frightened him to no means, and he just wanted to escape so

that a counteractive plan might be conceived.

And with that, Judge Firdous acceded to our demands. We left the courtroom. On

our way now to implementing the education scheme and with Pervez Sahab’s help,

we had the chance to do something truly historic.

My father had utilised whatever he was able to research on in the short amount of

time, who knows now with the proper resources given to him, what he will be able to

achieve. He had delivered the mutants like some great messiah! And this

disenfranchising transcended any ordinary transcript that would otherwise have

stated, with proof, his potential and his skills as a great lawyer.

Of course, the freedom that we all had at the moment will be short lived. The

eliteratti will strike back. This time, with much sharper daggers. But we need to be

ready for them. And ready, we will be.