Generated Using OpenAII heard his phone ring just as I was about to doze off. I had been working all through the night. I checked the time on my phone. It was 2:15 AM. I raised my brow. Who could be calling my brother at this odd hour?

Do you know sometimes what we think is cheap might actually be expensive? Yes, you heard me right. Sometimes, cheap is expensive.Don't buy because its cheap, buy because its of quality and has value. Sometimes, wisdom is in spending smart not less E.g a cheap shoe sounds like a nice trade, but what about the quality. It might spoil within few years because of the inferior materials used in its production. But a quality and expensive shoe can last very long and save you money within those years.

Generated using OpenAII’ve always hated yacht parties. All my life, I've always had this irritation about being surrounded by water and rich, proud people drinking alcohol, pretending to like each other in the middle of the sea. Remi knew about it. He hates it too. Not because of the rich folks, he was already a rich dude. But because he couldn't swim. He told me this in confidence.

Respect the say is earned but lately I've come to realise that in our world today respect is sometimes bought with a little envelope.My thoughts might sound meaningless to some or most at first. But i urge you to calm down and think about what i wrote above. Then you'll see how bad our world has become.

Generated using OpenAIRafael was a man of timbres and caliber. A man who had grown his fortune by mastering the art of pretending. He had mastered the fake handshakes, the smooth speeches, manipulating numbers so that they danced beautifully on paper but never in real life. A man whose mouth could sell water to a drowning man and gas to a burning man. His office walls were filled with awards for “Excellence in Innovation,” though most of the so-called ideas were either borrowed or even forcefully stolen.

Generated using MetaAIMicheal and I had been going from street to street, with our CVs neatly arranged in a transparent file bag and clutched perfectly in our hands. We were sweating like the motor park boys under the hot sun. I was very sure that the only thing that differentiated us from them at that particular point was the way we were dressed.