"Master Jordan, I hope you can Grant us an interview. This is the best news that has ever graced our platform. We were the first carriers of the news and that has skyrocketed our magazine. A lot of people have been trooping in asking that we sell private information about you to them, which we have declined. I need you to just grant me an interview which I promise you is going to bring us revenue." Mr Sanders from the city press house said, all in a rush, expecting that I was going to be psyched up by his proposal. Did he think that his money was going to make any changes in my life besides that which I wanted? I stared at him for so long before deciding to speak. "It's a pity how most of you go about selling stories that are not true simply because you want to gather traction. I am not going to be a party to any of this nonsense you are willing to put out. If you cannot find stories on your own then count me the hell out." I responded I only picked up his call simply because I tho

The hands of grief stretched towards me, enveloping me in its tight embrace, leaving me with no space to think. The weight of the situation dawned on me. My grandfather was gone. How was I supposed to cope in his absence? Why did all of this happen so fast? Although I didn't weep, like my grandmother was doing I felt the hit in my chest. There was no way anyone could have told me a few months ago that my grandfather was going to pass and I would have believed them. I would have fought them to the last but here I was without anyone's comfort. I was filling such large shoes. The fact that he still had every hope of being alive gave me the push I needed, but right now, I didn't feel like I existed. I could feel the jitters run down my spine with no one understanding the gravity of what had happened."I'm sorry for your loss, Master Jordan." My new assistant spoke in the distance.Grief has a way of dealing with a person's psyche. I felt inadequate. I couldn't run to him whenever I had

A Month Later, Life had been good to me because I had reshuffled everything that wasn't in the right position and decided not to allow things to bother me anymore. Annie was recovering nicely, and Mikky had learned not to interrupt me especially when I went to school. I had become the Golden student, and he was relegated to just being some problematic student. He was mandated to repeat his exams especially the one Mr Braxton had helped him with. I knew he was going through a lot but who cared? Definitely not me. I loved the flow and wouldn't change anything besides just upping my game. Josh and I were also having a lot more wins this time around and I was glad to see my friend finally smiling. I knew that it was always the calm before the storm, but I was trying to build more capacity to handle the hit whenever it came. I hadn't finished speaking before I received a message from my friend in class. "I think you need to see this information circulating social media. My best bet is

As soon as I opened the door at night, I knew that tragedy had struck. My grandmother stood with her hands akimbo staring at me as though I had killed a man. While that was figurative, I understood her point, she was pissed that a different accusation came up, and I was very reluctant to answer her query. "Hi, Grandma. What have I done again this time?" I inquired from her stylishly, hoping to hear her side of the story and know how to begin to beg her to listen to me not because I was guilty but because I didn't want to see her unhappy. She sighed softly, "I don't understand why everything is happening all at once and you seem to be enjoying the attention you are getting. Does this mean that you love the stupid news about you online? You and I know that you are not that kind of a person why do these people keep coming after you?" She asked. I shrugged, "because they can. I have become a celebrity overnight and it's their only way of showing that they love me. I can't fault them fo

"This is how the plans have been drawn from the beginning and no one dares to change it." I showed them the sketch my grandfather made shortly before his passing. "According to the lines drawn over there, I have seen that he wanted a certain percentage to be given to certain people and not the way you are trying to share this and make us feel like we do not know what we talking about." Mr Beckley spoke up again. I guess I was going to have to read out some of the greedy people. "If you understand the lines pretty well, you would also realize that it leads up to utilizing half of my money. If I spend half of my money getting this contract, how do you suppose I am supposed to share the profits?" I asked with a smile, waiting for him to answer. The answer was pretty evident, but what good would it be if I didn't make them understand that they were only trying to make money off this without having any long-term plans? I, who had one, was going to cash out of this and get all that I co