The appropriate title for this encounter would have been “The danger of emulating Oyibo people!”
I ordered espresso at a mall overseas. They asked “double or single”, I said “double”. They nodded. My first shock was the tiny cup it came in.
I was expecting something in a big paper cup … that can at least quench my thirst. Isn’t that why I said ‘’double’’? As I stood staring at the tiny cup that now housed a dark-brownish…
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