Tunde slept with empty stomach and woke up very very hungry.Tunde checked all his pockets in search of money to buy food but he only found #10 in one of his pockets.
He went out and sat down on a pavement frustrated,tinking of the way to settle his middle bet that has started militating against his body system.
Suddenly,he had a voice of a hawker saying’buy moi moi,buy moi moi,swt moi moi’.
He imidiately called the hawker with hope to buy moi moi with his last #10.When the hawker came,this conversation ensured
Hawker-Goodmony sir!
Tunde-silent,Hw much is your moi-moi?
Hawker-#20
Tunde-Give me one moi
Hawker-k
Tunde quickly devoured d Moi and gave the hawker #10.
Hawker-my mony nah #20 nah
Tunde-I no but since moi-moi is #20,den moi should b #10.
Hahahahaha!