Wonder cup - What's your flavour?

Do you know there's a tea for everything? You are shocked right, I was too when I discovered.

If everyone was like me, the tea industry will be non existent. When people ask me, do you drink tea? I smile and nod, 'green tea' I say before you ask the mandatory 'what kind of tea' question. What I often neglect to say is that I drink so much green tea that I only buy one pack every three months. Pack here does not mean carton, it means pack.

So the other day, I bounced into Blenco, made my way to the tea session wanting to just pick my green tea and get out. But the shelf would not let me. I was awe struck by the sheer number of tea types there are. Bright eyes tea, smoother skin tea, arthritis tea, man& woman love tea, sharper mind tea, muscle tea, longer hair tea. Name it, there is a tea for it.

Got me wondering, are these teas actually effective or is the tea market under the spot light for 'scam of the year'? I mean, if muscle building tea actually works, why should anyone slave at the gym? I

f flat tummy tea is the truth, no need to avoid late night snacking. Will anyone go through endless medications when they can just take arthritis tea? Or perhaps tea variants are the best kept secret that the world is waiting for.

Biko tell me, are you a tea drinker? What's your flavour? Are these tea wonders for real. Educate us abeg...

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