After clearing the dishes, Andrew walked over to the fridge, grabbed an apple, and sat down on a chair. Dera stayed by the sink near the window, washing the dishes.
'Dera...' Andrew began, unsure of how to convince his sister to participate on the Goodwall challenges, which he had mentioned during dinner. He offered her a bite of his apple. 'Have a bite.'
Dera took a bite and then handed the apple back to him. 'I know you have something to say, so go ahead and shoot.'
'Dera, I really want you to participate...' Andrew said.
'I didn't say I won't,' Dera replied, gracefully chewing the apple.
'Ahem... Do you know how much you could make if you succeed in winning any of them?'
'Yes,' Dera nodded.
'Goodwall is the answer to what we need right now. It's a legitimate app. Just give it a try.'
'And if I get scammed?'
'Then don't believe me again.'
'Nope... I trust you, so I will always believe you.'
Andrew gently placed the half-eaten apple on a plate. 'Dera, I've done some thorough research on the app and have read people's reviews about it. Many have expressed great benefits and positive experiences. While there may be occasional minor technical issues faced by users, the developers are actively working to rectify and update the app promptly. Dera, with all these positive reviews, there is nothing for me to fear.'
Dera looked at Andrew curiously and asked, 'Have you tried it yourself?'
'Not yet, but I have already downloaded the app on my phone and created an account for you. I even set up an email for you, making it easy for you to access the app,' Andrew said with a smile, trying to reassure Dera.
'So, you're going to help me, right?' Dera confirmed.
'Of course. You're going to use my phone.'
Dera chuckled. 'That would be great. If I truly win, then we can use the money to solve our domestic problems.'
'Your school fees and WASSCE registration come first...'
'Whoa... You're the best.' Dera dried her hands with a towel and turned to Andrew. 'So, who owns Goodwall? Is he handsome? Could he be described as a lead character in a romance series?' She jokingly asked.
'I looked up the owner of Goodwall online and discovered that the app was founded by two brothers named Omar and Taha Bawa, who hail from Geneva, Switzerland,' Andrew replied, taking another bite of the apple. 'Regarding their physical appearance, I haven't personally seen them, so I can't say for certain. However, based on a photo I came across online, they seemed to have Indian roots, as they distinctly resembled individuals from India. However, this is just my innocent assumption, and I cannot guarantee its accuracy. Google only informed me about their Swiss origins.'
'You seem to have done your homework on Goodwall,' Dera smiled, reaching for the apple again.
Andrew returned Dera's smile and continued sharing the results of his further research, 'According to my findings, the idea for Goodwall originated from 'End Ignorance,' a blog that Omar Bawa started in 2012 to shed light on various global crises. The brothers later expanded the blog into a social network, which launched as a website in January 2014 and eventually evolved into a mobile-first platform in 2015. Currently, Goodwall boasts an impressive membership of around two million individuals from all corners of the globe.'
'We'll learn more about them if I win and receive my cash. If I win, I'll be glad to read more about Goodwall, just like I read comics,' Dera joked, and Andrew laughed in response. 'I'll participate in all the challenges,' Dera said with a smile. 'Aside from making money, do you want to test my intelligence?' she asked playfully.
'No, I want to showcase your intelligence. I want the whole world to see how awesome my little sister is,' Andrew replied.
Dera burst out laughing. 'I'll give you nine stars for that compliment, and the last star is reserved so you don't get too proud.'
'So... Are you going to give it your all to win this?' Andrew asked.
'With about two million members on Goodwall, each one of them might want to compete, and the ultimate winners for each challenge will get the money,' Dera hesitated slightly.