Guys, when packaging meets pretending, what do you get? Just call them werey pro max vs. werey ultra because I can’t even be convinced that these two weren’t made for each other. Holiday ended, and my brother and I visited my dad to collect foodstuffs for school. He told us to meet his wife (stepmom) in the kitchen to get them. We got there, and she started her show: “Your dad said I should give you only 6 Congos of all the food each, but I made it 7 each for you both.” We thanked her, thinking we had received divine favor, and then she added, “Please don’t tell him I added extra.” I said, “Okay, no wahala.” We got outside with our well-packed foodstuffs, and my dad asked, “Are you good with everything?” He turned to his wife and said, “Did you pack it exactly as instructed?” She said yes very quickly. Then he dropped the bomb: “Rice, beans, and garri should be 9 Congos each, abi?” Na so me and my brother jam eyes together. Agh, we’ve been scammed by family ooo.
Stepmother don dey panic. She quickly said, “Yes, yes sir.” I opened my mouth to talk, and before I could say anything, my brother quickly thanked my dad and told him everything was intact. Bruhhhhhh, intact whereeeee???? He gave me eyes, and I quickly understood that make I no talk be that. But deep down, I wanted to tell my dad, “Wtf, I can’t even believe I thanked this woman for doing absolutely nothing.” E pain me!!! We told my mom the whole story, and she laughed and laughed. In fact, I joined her also. My mom said they really fitted each other. She called them a fraudulent philanthropist and a benevolent thief. One acts like he’s overly generous, and the other steals while pretending to give. Una really match each other. What a family to be born into—the case of missing Congos. Lmaoooo.
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