It was one of the unusual homicide cases in Monrovia in recent times. Criminal lawyer Jason Doe was defending Samson Sombai, accused of murdering a female lawmaker. It became apparent that the District Attorney was determined to pull all the strings to bind the defendant over for a jury trial a situation that his defense lawyer, Jason Doe was determined to prevent.
Although Jason Doe enjoyed such a trial, where he would stand before twelve common citizens to give his client his day in court, where he would use his ingenuity in cross-examining witnesses who would claim his client was guilty as charged. But in this particular case he realized the prosecution did not have enough proof beyond all reasonable doubt and was prepared to explore that angle. The discovery of the lawmaker’s remains generated much public interest and exerted enormous pressure that could undermine the execution of justice in the case.
Lawmaker Estella Yongor’s death raised questions about her associates. There were reports that she might have been killed after she had received a gold wrist watch, missing after her body was discovered, which provided the added twist as Monrovians followed the case with passion.
Metropolitan newspapers in the city made wide guesses and in a sensational angle, one of the most respected newspapers carried an editorial with a touch of irony in the lighter side of life:
It would be the discovery of her missing gold watch that could help prosecutors a chance to give her death some justice. The demise of the woman known among her colleagues as the ‘law-lady’ has once again brought it painful home that there is always a day of reckoning.
Estella Yongor’s end did not come because she had served her people well; it came because of certain decisions, ambitious as they might have been, were not appreciated by the very people she had been hobnobbing for many years.
Sadly, the woman known in frequenting where even Angels would not dare, has provided Monrovians much to talk about. An argument at a local club leading to her death is more intriguing than the bitterness of her death. Estella Yongor, the controversial lawmaker’s life was full of mystery and contradiction. Consider the following, as reported during the week of her death: “I saw the lawmaker that night,” said Monrovia Scratch Card Seller, Sam Toe, “she had on a gold watch and was a beauty that much I can tell you.”
“A real beauty?” our reporter heard the question from an inquisitor, a young man who also admitted he admired the lawmaker.
Toe smiled, and said, “Yes, but there was this guy with her, and he was not that dashing in his outlook but there was something like a character in his looks. “Then after say twenty minutes, another man, he was a chubby type of guy and about twenty seven years old. His face was filled with rage.
“It was hard to know what was responsible but he demanded for a gold wrist watch which started an argument that ended up in a melee.”
Our investigations revealed that the lawmaker had had some inner-circle friends and one of them could have sparked the fuse that led to her untimely death at thirty five. But the question is: Where is her gold wrist watch? The discovery could lead to the eventual resolution of this horrible crime.
The unrestrained but incriminating reports on the case in the media demonstrated people’s anger, and therefore many applauded when Judge Samson Saywah issued a gag order, preventing further reporting till the preliminary trial was over.
When her body was found, parts were missing, prosecuting witness, homicide investigative officer Detective Robert Monger testified during the pre-trial. It was a case of intrigue and a chance to salvage the only image left for the former lawmaker. In court, the blistering atmosphere indicated the tragedy of the day, and the prosecutor was out for the kill as the case opened.
“What else?” Prosecutor Santos Weah said, directing attention at detective Monger.
“William Sombai, the defendant was caught with a briefcase that belonged to the decedent.”
“When and where did you find William Sombai?”
“It was two days after the murder and a witness at the club mentioned that he came along with the decedent.
“We found him at his house in Duala drunk. Evidently he was under the influence of narcotics and a test indicated it was marijuana.”
“What did you do next?”
“We took him into custody and invited assistance from the JFK Medical Center. After some help, it took him two more days before he was sober.”
“Ok,” the prosecutor said, “what did you do next?”
“Well, when he sobered enough, he was able to explain his involvement and particularly how he got the briefcase belonging to the decedent.”
“How did he get the briefcase?”
“He said he found it behind the club, the Mayors Club, where the decedent and her friends had been the night of her murder.”
“Did he reveal what happened to the lawmaker?”
“Well,” the officer said, “initially he was not sure what was at stake till we informed him about the death of the lawmaker.”
“What was his reaction?”
“He broke down and wept but explained that he was not involved.”
“He was not involved in what?”
“In the lawmaker’s murder.”
“And what else happened to him?”
“He admitted that he was not himself that night and therefore he could not explain any circumstances that might have led to his involvement, if there was any at all, in the murder.”
The prosecutor hesitated, and then said, “Did the defendant admit any knowledge of any of the persons that were with the lawmaker?”
“Well, he admitted being there himself, I mean William Sombai…” but he was interrupted by the prosecutor, “When you said William Sombai, are you referring to William Sombai who is the defendant and is in this Courtroom?”
“Yes,” the officer said, “and as I was saying defendant Sombai explained during our investigations that he had long known the decedent would end up that way.”
“’What way did he mean?”
“Don’t think,” the prosecutor responded, “just answer the question as best as you know it from the defendant.”
“In that case,” he answered, “he meant the way the lawmaker died.”
The Courtroom remained quiet, as spectators focused their attention on the detective.
On the defense’s side, the defendant sat somberly beside criminal lawyer Jason Doe, who watched the witness with a slight frown on his face.
“Detective Monger,” the prosecutor pressed on, “you searched the defendant’s room?”
“What did you find?”
“A wrist watch, a gold wrist watch with the owner’s initial on it.”
“Whose initials were they?”
“The initials of the decedent.”
“Do you have it with you?”
The detective shuffled his pocket and withdrew a gold wrist watch with the initials E. Y. on it.
“What initials do you see on the wrist watch, Detective Monger?”
“They are the letters E Y.”
“Indicating Estella Yongor?”
“What was the defendant’s response as to how he came to possess the gold wrist watch?”
“Initially he was unable to explain how he came by the wrist watch till he realized the difficult position when his…”
The prosecutor said, “Did his lawyer intervene?”
“Yes and the defendant further explained that the decedent had presented the watch to him as a gift.”
“What happened next?”
“When he was told that the owner of the wrist watch had been murdered, he said he would be blamed for her death.”
“What did he do?”
“For the next seven days, he could not stop weeping.”
“What did he say, during this course?”
“He would say ‘I know they would blame me, but I did not do it,’ which was very much shocking.”
“And he admitted without being put under pressure that he was with the decedent but could not explain specifically his role during the period that the lawmaker reportedly died?”
The prosecutor smiled, and turning to Counselor Doe, said, “Your witness.”
Jason Doe strolled leisurely towards the witness and staring Detective Monger in the face, said: “You saw the gold wrist watch with the defendant?”
“And initials there indicated EY, which you testified to represent Estella Yongor?”
“But you will agree that the letters, EY can represent many other names other than Estella Yongor?”
“It could be Eternal Youth, or Esther Young?”
The lawyer saw a slightly confused look in the witness’ face, and said, “You examined the briefcase found by the defendant?”
“Yes and we found out several personal effects of the decedent in it.”
“Was there anything to suggest that someone had tampered with the briefcase?”
“And the lawmaker, with all due respect to her memory, was known to have certain relations with certain characters in her community?”
“Yes,” he said, “but evidently she was having a good time.”
“During your investigations, Detective Monger the defendant was cooperative?”
The witness nodded and said quietly, “Of course.”
A flickering light overshadowed the room, as the lawyer paced back and forth, hammering out questions with a professional torch. The spectators waited patiently, expecting the lawyer to spring one of his unusual questions to get the witness to create doubts with his answers. And the lawyer did not disappoint them when he charged:
“The decedent was involved in many projects and there was one, Detective Monger that indicated that she, on a number of occasions, argued with a man who had threatened her?”
“Police found out that that threat was not anything serious,” the witness answered, his dark and piercing eyes staring into the lawyer’s gaze.
“Who made the threat against the lawmaker?”
Searching through his memories, the detective said, “It was one Samuel Boimah.”
“What did he do?”
“He made some attempts to blackmail the lawmaker.”
“Let me refer you to the briefcase which the police collected from the defendant,” Jason Doe said, “among the fingerprints was that of Samuel Boimah.”
“Mr. Boimah was indebted to the lawmaker in the amount of U$5,000?”
“And since Samuel Boimah was unable or did not want to repay the debt, did it not stand to reason that the pressure from the lawmaker compelled Boimah to engineer the lawmaker’s demise to free himself from the debt burden?”
“Well,” the witness’s smooth composure was broken by a faint surprise as he fumbled with his response, “We…considered that angle.”
Nodding slowly, the lawyer said: “And what was your answer from that angle?” The lawyer’s question seemed to freeze the witness from inaction.
The embarrassing situation was saved when, Judge Saywah said, “The Court finds this case very interesting and stipulates with the benefit of the defendant that there is Samuel Boimah’s angle that the police must urgently investigate and therefore the Court hereby adjourns the case till and will resume tomorrow morning at 10a.m.”
However, early the next morning, Jason Doe and his client, along with several well-wishers, sat at the lawyer’s Benson Street office in Monrovia. The morning echoes of laughter by passersby whirled around as well as those of taxis and buses that plied the Somalia Drive and Bushrod Island communities. The lawyer’s secretary Janet Lovebird held several dailies newspapers. She entered the office, with glittering eyes and strolled to the lawyer, handing him one of the daily newspapers. The lawyer grinned and stared at the front page of the paper, with the bold banner headline: ‘Sam Boimah Admits Killing Lawmaker.’
The lawyer smiled and placing his right hand on his client’s shoulder, said, “In the end the police was forced to do a thorough work that should have been done in the first place.”
Samson Sombai responded with a smile.
“Now the police have done it,” the lawyer told him, “and you are free.”