Guyyyyyyyyyyyysss!

I just travelled home, and I felt like painting my nails, so I strolled to my nail tech's place on the next street.

As I got there, I met my nail tech with her friends. I smiled sweetly because I was down for some sweet gist.

The first gist was about a girl who has an infection and apparently likes prickkkkkkk.

They said the girl likes following chiefs, most especially.

Gawwwd!

The funniest part?

Her so-called friend was the one who started the conversation.

Fear friends!

The next conversation was about the virgins in the street. My nail tech confidently announced that only her two daughters were virgins.

According to her, the remaining girls were non-virgins.

You know the funniest part?

One of them mentioned, "Beauty nkor?"

My nail tech replied, "No be virgin."

The next gist was about a man who beats his wife, only for them to discover that the woman was sleeping with his best friend.

And according to them, the beating was justified.

Ochimmmmm!

Another one was about my junior in secondary school who recently collected the womaniser baton from his father.

Dem talk say this boy now sleeps with anything, just like his father.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

A man who even brought a woman to his wife's burial!

Omo, what kind thing be this biko Kwanu?

The last gist before I finally went home was about one of the women complaining that her husband's bestie loves cooking vegetable soup and pounded yam whenever she visits them.

And now, it seems the bestie is sleeping with her husband.

Goshhhhh

The last time I painted my nails here, the gist wasn't this sweet because her friends weren't around.

But why do some people like gossip?