Try your Luck

I got infected with the lottery buying bug recently. I woke up one morning with the thought that the fastest and easiest way to get the kind of money I desire was to hit the Euromillion jackpot. No doubt, I was influenced by the number of lottery winners popping champagne featured in the local papers recently.

The first thing I did was to select my lucky numbers, then I registered online on the national lottery website. Knowing what lottery to play was a nightmare, I was spoilt for choice, Lotto, Euromillions, Thunderball, Gold riches and even retro riches. I at last settled for the Euromillion. Then I started to count the days till friday when the winning numbers are selected. Friday night finally dawned and I excitedly checked my account, alas, no win. £6 down the drain! But then, I have always said I wanted to try everything at least once in my life so why not?

If only I had stopped then, but you know how it came be with addictions. I fixated on the idea of the scratchcard. Hassle free lottery. You walk into a shop, hand in your money and you get a card. So I stopped of at a store on my way to work one day to purchase a ticket. Unfortunately, my first foray into the world of scratch cards was unproductive.

After spending £12 in all buying lottery tickets, i only won once and it was a meagre £2. However, I might try it again, who knows? I may just be the one in the papers popping champagne with a cheshire grin on my face.

A short story

Anytime Sade looked at her arms, she saw the legacy her father bequeathed her, scars. Other fathers left their children sweet memories of advice, laughter, fun and courage. All Sade had were her tears and anguish both physical and emotional.

Every once in a while, she woke up from a nightmare, tears streaming down her face. She had just had one of those. In her dream, she was 10 years old again, her father was screaming for her
Folasade!
Come out right now because when I find you, it would be the worse for you!

Sade shivered where she was cowering behind the sofa tears running down her face. A shadow fell over her and she raised her fear striken face as the whip began its descent. She opened her month to scream and woke up still screaming.