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Let me tell you about the craziest thing I’ve ever witnessed. So, I have this friend, let’s call her Cynthia (to protect my sanity). Cynthia was the life of the party, free-spirited, and always had two serious boyfriends at the same time: Alex, who was rich and calm, and Kelvin, who was fun, broke, and dangerously romantic.
During one wild stretch, Cynthia was bouncing between both of them like a ping-pong ball. Barely a month passed without her telling me about another weekend trip with either Alex or Kelvin. I used to warn her: “Babe, your enjoyment go land you for DNA centre one day!” We used to laugh it off like it was a joke.
Fast forward to nine months later, Cynthia got pregnant. Everyone including her assumed it was Alex’s, because he was the main one footing the bills. When she gave birth, it was twins, two cute boys. But wahala started when the twins began growing older. One looked exactly like Alex: fair, slim face, sharp nose. The other? Pure Kelvin photocopy, darker skin, round face, same playful grin.
People started gossiping, calling them “photocopy and scanned copy.” Cynthia herself began panicking. Long story short, after plenty family drama and an anonymous tip (don’t ask me 👀), DNA tests were done and guess what?
They were twins, born same day, same womb… but each belonged to a different father! Doctors said it was some rare biological occurrence called heteropaternal superfecundation.
The kind of shock that hit our friend group, ehn! Alex ran mad with anger and left. Kelvin used it to brag around town that his “strong blood” found a way to shine. Cynthia is now raising the twins alone, promising she’s retired from double dating forever.
Till today, when we gist about it, we still say: “No be Cynthia make me fear God?”
See also: I WAS NEVER A THIEF (Story time)
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