How My Grandmother Outsmarted a Scammer

 My grandma may be old, but don’t let that fool you—she has the street smarts of a Lagos danfo driver.

One day, a scammer called her, pretending to be my uncle, claiming he needed urgent money. My grandma, instead of panicking, played along.

“Oh, my son, is that you?” she said sweetly.

“Yes, Mama, it’s me,” the scammer replied, thinking he had caught a big fish.

“Ah, my dear! Before I send the money, remind me—what’s the secret name I used to call you when you were small?”

Silence.

Then the scammer said, “Mama, I’ve forgotten o.”

“Ehn?! My own son has forgotten? Ah, it’s not you o! Bye-bye!”

She hung up and went back to pounding yam like nothing happened. The scammer never called back