the detective,blind beggar and the dead prostitute.

For every mountain there is the sweetest tree where all birds love to come and dine;for every valley there is the coolest waters where animals prefer to drink and in every village there is a lady who brews the best beer, no man will forget her.In Gotham city, fourth street intersection is the valley of cool waters,the mountain of sweet figs and thus were you find the lady that brews. It is the busiest street in town.Every businessman would love to get space to rent there.The rich and the poor pass there,politicians and preachermen also share the same street.Every professional from dentist,surgeon,doctors,mechanics and lawyers have crowded their small offices so that they can all drink from the well of opportunity.Amongst such great proffesions are two of the oldest proffesions; prostitution and begging.The street is big,but the rule in Gotham city is, no two businesses can share the same street. One doctor one street one bakery one street.There was one prostitute and one beggar.

Fourth street is a busy street but today it's more busy, not even busy but crowded.A crowd has surrounded corner fourth street where the blind begger and the prostitute share the spot.Cars have been blocked and business put to a stand still.An old lady stands and asks one of the people"whats happening there". The man replies "i heard that somebody was killed last night". The old lady shakes her head and says "every road leads to a destination".
A loud siren was heard followed by clearing of people.The people were moved aside to allow the detective to go to the scene.He wore a long coat and walked as if he owned the world.He didnt wink or smile,you couldn't tell whether he is happy or sad.The only thing he did was smoke,smoke and smoke again.Everybody knew about the detective in town but nobody knew where he stayed.Rumor tell us of his life.It says he once was married, had a child but all disappeared without trace.Some say his wife and child died while others say he killed his own wife and hid her in his basement.But nobody can find the truth about his wife and child except himself.He is the detective no case can hide,no lie can live and no clue cannot be solved by him.Yet another case has presented it self before him.

He stood there before the body puffed his cigaratte and threw it away.Next to the dead prostitute was the beggar,he was sitting at his usual place holding on his guiter and staff.An officer comes to the detective and says "sir we have one witness and he is the one who reported the murder"."Where is he?" spoke the detective."its the blind begger you are looking at"......to be continued

the detective,blind beggar and dead prostitute is a play adapted into a short stort.The story will be posted daily until the detective solves the case.Saturday and Sunday exlcuded.Join me and the detective as we solve the case.

written by Hawulethu Dube
a saxjaz7 production
all rights reserved.