Joke – Madame, wetin you dey sell?


E get one lady wen dey sell oranges. She’s physically endowed; hope you understand that grammer. She arrange fine fine oranges put on a fine tray. Beside that, she come dress to kill, sorry to sell the oranges. She wear transparent  top/blouse when dey show her cleavage. She come add short skirt and fine footwear to match. She come dress finish, carry orange put for head.

‘Buy your orange!
‘Buy your orange!
‘Buy your orange!’

One guy come dey waka pass the lady. The guy look the orange, look the lady. He look the orange, look the lady. The guy confuse. He say:

‘Madame, na wetin you dey sell?’

The lady reply:

‘You blind! You nor dey see wetin I dey sell.’

The guy is still confused, ‘Madame, na wetin you dey sell?’

The lady provoke:

‘Abeg, abeg. You wan buy or not? Which kind question you dey ask? Abeg, I dey hurry. You be journalist?’

Guy: ‘No, I be politician.’

Orange seller: ‘Hmm… Bros! Bros! Na which one you wan buy? I get political discount in service to the nation!’


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