THE STORY OF THE LUBES

 Disclaimer!!!

Okay before I start on this story, let me first note that if you aren't above 18 years old leave quickly o! moonwalk off my blog now before I taint your unsullied minds.

Someone recently told me after a heated debate with him that I sound "unbelievably innocent", later in the privacy of my cloak room I would try to decode what those words meant and finally come to a suitable conclusion. What he was actually trying to say in a subtle manner was that I might be one of those hypocritical young ladies who are familiar with the ways of the world in some sense but pretend to be naive and oblivious of these happenings. In his defense though, I can understand why a twenty year old who is ignorant about relationships, dating, and sex related topics can be unbelievable in our present perverse society.

Preamble over! let's start the story;  I have a very good friend at the office, her name is Joanna, fondly called "Jojo" by many, she is beauty and brains bound up in one slender body lol! Joanna's Godmother owns a respectable Pharmacy store just opposite the office, so we sometimes stroll over to buy stuff, or "play  with G-mama" {Jojo's pet name for her God mother}. G-mama's Pharmacy is very foreign looking, unlike any pharmacy I've seen in Lagos {so I don't know what pharmacy stores on the island looks like, sue me!}. During one of our numerous visits to the pharmacy, my eyes caught some colorful and pretty shaped bottles on a shelf and on subsequent visits to the store my eyes would somehow wonder to that particular shelf and I would just stare in awe of the colorful bottles. {I love bright colors!}.  

Unknown to me, Jojo had been watching me for a while as I stared at these bottles, one day she had to ask me why my eyes were always glued to the same shelf whenever we were at the store, I decided to be honest with my friend and so I admitted to her my fascination for those fancy bottles, I was just gushing to her about how pretty and well packaged the boxes were, then I guess she asked me if I knew what those "pretty bottles" were used for. I hadn't really thought about that aspect though, but at that point, after briefly thinking, I came to the most absurd inference that it had got to be an "edible gel" like one of those really yummy foreign candies that Yankee kids snack on {after-all G-mama's pharmacy had a foreign aura}. 

 My beautiful friend looked at me at first like "this girl has got to be joking" but my very clueless and confused expression convinced her that Peace Oshoko was not joking. Jojo laughed at me o! she had a good laugh at the whole situation, and she went on about how i was "so cute" I was still looking like "okay why are you laughing now"? Jojo then explained to me, in very sketchy details, the function of the "Lubricating Gel". Yeah! you heard me! it was a freaking Lubricating Gel used in the act of sexual intercourse, then i asked her who actually makes use of the "Lube" {that sounds more funky} I wanted to know if it was the woman or the man that made use of his product. Jojo then threw the question back to me and asked me who I thought made use of it. Readers, that was how I messed up again and told her with my award-winning Obama-Confidence that it had to be a woman's thing. Jojo burst into another round of laughter, she didn't need to point out the accurate answer because right there and then, I figured it out.

This is another story of naive ol'me, growing and making new discoveries for myself in our fast evolving society. 

Hope you had a nice read!

Your naive friend,

Peace Oshoko.