Someone Paid Me ₦8Million to Attend My Own Funeral

I assumed somebody was playing a sick joke until I turned the invitation over. There was an obituary. My date of birth. My university. The name of the hospital where I was born. Even the small birthmark beneath my left shoulder. According to the obituary, I had died in a car accident six months earlier. At the bottom, it said: “Survived by her twin sister, Ada.” I have never had a sister.