RHOP Star Wendy Osefo Feels Vindicated After Kenya Moore is Called out for Cast Trip

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Kenya Moore’s private jet ride angered the other women.

On the recent episode of “Real Housewives of Atlanta,” the ladies took a trip to South Carolina. Kenya Moore and LaToya Ali were the hosts. Before they got there, Kenya revealed that she and LaToya would be traveling by private jet. The rest of the women would be getting there by bus. Kenya’s reasoning for wanting to use a jet is she knew that she and LaToya needed to get to South Carolina before everyone else. Plus, Kenya wanted to bring Brooklyn Daly and her nanny, too.

This offended Porsha Williams and the others. In fact, Porsha recalled suggesting to Kenya that the whole group take Falynn Guobadia’s private jet. But Kenya said she didn’t want to do that.

And when Porsha and the other ladies found out Brooklyn was on the jet too, they questioned why they weren’t told that they could bring their children as well.

When Kenya was asked about this recently on “Watch What Happens Live,” she told Andy Cohen that she had no regrets. She brings her daughter on every trip she takes. And the other women could have booked a private jet as long as they had good enough credit.

Wendy Osefo had something to say.

“Real Housewives of Potomac” star Wendy Osefo believes the entire situation is a lot like the one she had with Ashley Darby. She ended up going off on Ashley once she found out that Baby Dean was allowed to come to Monique Samuels’ lake house. Wendy was not given the option.

After the episode aired and a fan pointed out the similarities, Wendy wrote, “I tried to tell y’all ? ! If one mother is allowed to bring her baby, EVERY mother should be extended the EXACT same invitation. #RHOP #RHOA.”

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