Lucky Number: Lawrence and Caleb mysteries

Luck number

That very insane morning I had felt like dying in boredom not until Jonathan my uncle broke the news or appropiately a surprise that we were leaving for States. We meaning also his son Caleb. My cousin was light in complexion more than I was, this was because he was half American and half Zimbabwean. His mother Lisa Scott was a native of the united States and they had met together with Jonathan when he was doing his bachelors at Leeds university England.

We had to have funny for one more last time before we leave home. We made some few suggestions of where we would have our outing but nothing that we had never done before popped up.

Uncle Jonathan was the one who saved the day. Have you ever heard of LUCKY NUMBER GAME SHOW.

The show had been happening right under our nose because the building in which it was held was few km away and ironically it had been running for the past 4 years.

"Whats up about the show anyway?" I started, reading the pamphlet that Jonathan had handed me.

"I have known about it since last year and today a friend of mine gave me a ticket. He was suppose to go there but he had some urgent work to do, so I could not go alone and decided to buy extra two more."

The pamphlet read in bold, THE HISTORIC AND FAST GROWING SHOW IN THE COUNTRY. Caleb grabbed the pamphlet away from me and started reading it.

"Dude, we could be millionaires by the end of the day." Caleb announced.

I soon grabbed the pamphlet away from him. "Wow! Million dollar price tag. This is getting interesting." I screamed, staring at the pamphlet excitedly.

Caleb and uncle suddenly realised my expression on the face had faded to a surprise look and alarmingly, I was now absorbed into the pamphlet.

"This cant be true!" I blurted out.

"What is it Lawrence?" Curios Caleb asked.

"Four different, same people have previously won the competition."

"Dude, what you have been smoking is too strong for you. This is crazy." Caleb teased and put in.

"Caleb is right. How can four different same and same different same people win the competition."

"Thats not what I said." I protested

"Thats exactly what you said, dude." Caleb sided with his father.

"Ok, the first year, which was the launch of the show was won by Donald Moyo and the following year Prisca Black won then again Donald and last in the same sequence...."

"I'm sure co incidents are nothing new, under the sun." Jonathan forcing the sense out it.

"But Daddy, Lawrence's suspicions do hold water. I suggest we probe this mystery, if ever it is a mystery." Caleb suggested.

"We can only investigate this if we get to the show. I say we hurry, the show begins in few minutes."

We soon traveled to the Green walk hall on uncle Jonathan's honda. Arriving at the hall we were welcomed by men dressed in all black, you could have sworn these guys were undertakers and the grin in their faces could be described in nine words " Criminals." As they ushered everyone to their seats. What really astounded me was the attendance under such a small capacity capable hall.

The host of the show kick started the show by cracking unnecessary jokes in which few people reacted to. Douglas Adams went on to boast about how hounarable and a success the show has

been.....blah..blah." You might have

deduced my resentment towards the guy but he really looked like a jerk. My instincts are never wrong, mark my words.