One Awkward Conversation

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‎"Yeah, my grandma said she didn't get any good ones. They weren't thick or long enough" Chivoma told her friend who was sitting on the floor.

‎"Damn, your grandma still getting that?" Preciom asked, looking amused.

‎"Uhhh, yeah, she needs it even more at her age" Chivoma replied, knitting her brows.

‎"Yeah, yeah, definitely. Don't know why I'd even ask that. I mean of course your grandma needs to be getting some once in a while to feel rejuvenated." Preciom nodded.

‎"Uhhh, okay. Anyways, now she has a problem, cus she hasn't found the type she needs" Chivoma sat up on the bed.

‎"How big were the ones she found anyways?"

‎"I told you, not big enough. Maybe the length of my hand?" Chivoma shrugged.

‎"Damn and that ain't big enough for her? You never told me your grandma was a hellcat" Preciom grinned and wiggled her brows.

‎"Preciom, that's not big enough for anyone. Unless you like the small ones"

‎"No, no, that's not.... It's just one wouldn't expect that from a grandma so you know..."

‎Chivoma arched a brow "O-kayy"

‎"What if I told you," Preciom lowered her voice "that I know a way she could get what she wants."

‎"Are you serious?"

‎"Yeah, don't tell anyone but it's our course rep"

‎"Wow, I didn't know he was into that line of business"

‎Preciom let out a chuckle "Well, my dear, he is. Should I send him a DM?"

‎"Yeah please" Chivoma's face brightened.

‎"How did you even know he was into that?" she asked Preciom who was now typing on her phone.

‎"I know a guy, who knows a woman, a customer actually who knows what he does after school hours. You'd be surprised the lengths guys can go for money. Whoring around, yet shaming girls for doing the same. Double standards, am I right?"

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‎Chivoma frowned. "What? Double standards, whoring around, what's that got to do with getting my grandma yams?"

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‎"Uh you know, it's just the way men behave. But don't worry, Ugo is going to give your grandma his very big yam." Preciom leaned forward, winking.

‎"You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that we're not talking about the same thing here."

‎Preciom turned to look at her friend. "What? Of course we are. You want your grandma to enjoy some of that big yam and feel rejuvena... Wait." Preciom's smile slipped. "What type of yam are you talking about?"

‎"What do you mean what type?"

‎"Is it the type that men have or the type that male animals possess?"

‎"What are you.... I mean the type we eat." Realization dawned on Chivoma "Don't tell me... Preciom, don't tell me you texted Ugo, saying my grandma needed his gbola!"

‎"Hey! You're the one who said she needed something thick and long. What was I supposed to think?"

‎"Anything, Preciom, anything that wasn't... Oh God" Chivoma rubbed her face in frustration "What the hell did you even mean by the type animals possess?"

‎"Well, that was in case your grandma isn't into the humankind. You know I don't judge."

‎Chivoma stared hard "Wha..."

‎The sound of Preciom's phone ringing cut her midway.

‎"Hello, oh yeah I did... Actually, she is not interested anymore... No no, you don't need to download sex and love... Yeah and cancel the order on tabotoys... Adults castle too... Turns out it wasn't that kinda yam. Sorry about that, bye."

‎Cutting the call, Preciom looked at her friend.

‎"Ha, ha, Uhhh Chi, we good right?"

‎"No Preciom, no we are not."

Glossary

Gbola: A slang term for the male genitalia.

Yam: A root vegetable commonly eaten in tropical regions.

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