I am writing to formally raise a complaint concerning a product I purchased on from jiji.ng I. Unfortunately, the item I received is a *fake/counterfeit* version of what was advertised and paid for.
The product in question is [insert product name, e.g., “Original Nike Sneakers”], and I paid the sum of 45k through, The item was described in the listing as *authentic/original*, with images and specifications matching a genuine product. This, of course, gave me confidence in the purchase, and I proceeded to place the order based on that trust.
However, upon receiving the item, I was shocked and disappointed to find that what I got was clearly a *fake* version. The differences between the original and the product delivered are too obvious to ignore:
– e.g., the branding is misspelled, the material is low-quality,
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Company Name: Jiji.ng
State: Ekiti
Year: 2025-09-04
Date Posted: September 4, 2025
Telephone: 0703*****48
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