21/04/2026
Make we happy small 😁
Once upon a time—no, not the boring kind—this one started on a hot Lagos afternoon where even the sun was sweating.
There were three legendary mumu guys: Tunde, Bala, and Chukwudi. Not ordinary mumu oh… these ones had PhDs in foolishness.
One day, Tunde burst into their small room shouting,
“Guys! I have an idea that will make us rich overnight!”
Bala sat up immediately. “As long as it doesn’t involve running, I’m interested.”
Chukwudi added, “Or thinking too hard.”
Tunde grinned. “We are going to sell air.”
Silence.
Bala blinked. “Air… as in oxygen?”
“Yes!” Tunde said proudly. “Free thing. We package it. Sell it. Profit!”
Chukwudi scratched his head. “But… people already have air.”
Tunde leaned in. “Not premium air.”
That was how madness started.
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The next morning, they went outside with empty nylon bags, seriously “fetching air.”
Tunde was holding one bag open like he was catching butterflies.
Bala tied his own quickly. “Mine is full. This one is fresh morning air—₦500.”
Chukwudi went further and started jumping.
“What are you doing?” Bala asked.
“I’m catching high-quality upper air,” Chukwudi replied confidently.
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They went to the market.
Tunde shouted, “Come and buy! Imported fresh air! Straight from heaven—limited stock!”
People gathered. Not to buy. To laugh.
One old woman asked, “What’s inside the nylon?”
Tunde said proudly, “Pure air.”
She hissed. “Open it.”
Tunde froze.
Bala whispered, “Don’t open it! You will release the profit!”
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Just when they thought all hope was lost, one small boy came forward.
“I want to buy,” he said.
The three mumu guys nearly fainted from joy.
“Which one?” Tunde asked.
The boy pointed at Chukwudi’s bag. “That one. It looks expensive.”
“Correct!” Chukwudi said proudly. “That is VIP air.”
The boy paid ₦100.
As he was leaving, he stopped, opened the nylon… and released all the air.
Then he said, “Ahh, thank you. I was testing if it works.”
And he walked away.
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The three stood there in shock.
Bala whispered, “Our business just escaped.”
Tunde sighed, “We need a new idea.”
Chukwudi suddenly smiled.
“I have one.”
They both turned. “What?”
“We sell empty nylon… and call it ‘Air Starter Pack.’”
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Till today, nobody knows if they became rich…
But one thing is certain—
If foolishness was money, those three would own Lagos.
