EVERYTHING IN HERE IS BETWEEN US
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I woke up from a sex dream.
Not an ordinary one. This one was different…intense, consuming, sinful.
I jolted upright and stumbled out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom. My legs were still wobbly from whatever workout I’d apparently been doing in my sleep. My body trembled, breath uneven as I tried to calm myself down. I brushed my fingers against my panties and felt the dampness.
Did I—?
I sucked in a sharp breath and turned on the tap, splashing water on my face like it could wash away whatever nonsense my mind had cooked up overnight.
Don’t get me wrong.I like sex. Casual, not casual, intense, quickies, long sessions, love, lust, whatever name you want to give it. I think sex is good, and when it’s healthy, it should honestly be classified alongside food. I enjoy it. I support it. I’m very pro-sex—every day, every time.
But not this.
Not whatever that was.
This felt wrong. Unhealthy. Sinful. Why was it still replaying in my head? If I’m being dramatic and I am, I might as well stop by the Catholic church a few blocks away for confession. It’s been two years. This has to be a sign.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly I was there again, head thrown back, moaning. Loud.
My eyes flew open immediately. I shook my head hard, like I could reset my brain back to factory settings.
Where was I? Why was I moaning like that? Past relationships had taught me to stifle sounds, if I even got that far.
Of course I knew where I was.
I wasn’t home. I could picture every corner of that penthouse without trying. The place was etched into my memory, so it wasn’t surprising that it happened there.
We did it there.
We?
“Do you like this?” the familiar voice teased in my dream, in ways that completely short-circuited my brain.
Oh my God. We?
I covered my face with my palms. No. No, no, no.
I scooped water from the tap and splashed my face again and again, but the moans only got louder in my head. My breathing sped up until I was almost hyperventilating.
Hell no.
I yanked off my shorts and tank top and turned on the shower. Normally, I’d count to three before stepping in. Normally, I’d brace myself.
But this was a sinful emergency.
The tap shut off as the shower roared to life, and I stepped under the water without hesitation.
I needed to cleanse myself. Physically.
Tragic News 💔
DNA test results have confirmed that the unidentified body deposited at an Ikorodu mortuäry was that of Pelumi Onifade.
- In 2020, Nigerian youths took to the streets during the #EndSARS protests. One of the reporters covering the event was Onifade Emmanuel Pelumi.
- On October 24, 2020, Pelumi was arrested and taken away by police officers in Agege despite explaining that he was a reporter. He was also wearing a jacket identifying him as a member of the press.
- A few days later, an unidentified body was discovered at a môrtuary in Ikorodu, Lagos, and it was speculated that the body belonged to Pelumi Onifade.
- In July 2024, the Federal High Court in Lagos ordered the Lagos State Government to conduct a coroner’s inquest to determine the cause of Pelumi’s death and identify those responsible.
- The court also ordered the Lagos State University Teaching Hospital (LASUTH) to perform a post-mortem examination on the unidentified body received from Ikorodu.
- LASUTH stated that Pelumi’s body could not initially be identified because DNA samples held at the Lagos State DNA and Forensic Centre were dëstroyed during the October 2020 #EndSARS unrest.
- After prolonged back-and-forth between the hospital and the court, a DNA test was eventually conducted using a sample provided by Pelumi’s mother.
- The magistrate revealed that the report confirmed a DNA match between the previously unidentified body and the sample provided by Pelumi’s mother.
- This development brings a painful confirmation for Pelumi’s family and loved ones, who have endured years of uncertainty while seeking answers and closure.
- Their counsel is now calling for an autopsy to determine the exact cause of Pelumi’s de@th.
- The case has been adjourned until July 7, 2026.
May the soul of the departed rest in peace. 💔
Pelumi Onifade’s DNA reveal is the best proof that the Lekki Massacre happened. It was state sponsored. They cleaned up dead people. And they continue to lie about it.
They killed the sorosoke generation.
Pelumi Onifade’s DNA reveal is the best proof that the Lekki Massacre happened. It was state sponsored. They cleaned up dead people. And they continue to lie about it.
They killed the sorosoke generation.
“To start Akara business doesn't take a lot of money. To start roasting corn and kuli-kuli doesn't take much. We didn't give them a loan, we gave them a grant. We have encouraged Nigerians as best as we could.”
- First Lady Remi Tinubu
He used Peller as a REFERENCE .
No one is labeling Peller as an entire system which has obviously failed terribly.
He’s just the perfect example of a product of a failed system. QED
Peller is not the problem IMO.
The real issue is a broken system designed to neglect and ignore intellect. A system that has consistently undermined the efforts of promising talents across academia, forcing our brightest minds to “japa” or settle for less.
BBN pays 100M+ to winners, a reality show, fine. But most schools can’t even award their best graduating students ₦100k. The state can’t guarantee them jobs. In my time, our best graduating student, an exceptionally brilliant guy destined for greatness now works as a successful freelancer, digital analyst and YouTuber. He’s doing really well, but that mind was built for more. Top-tier virologist material, serving the nation. We lost that potential and so many others.
Youth unemployment is at a high, quite alarming for nation with immense potential and one of the youngest population average on the planet.
We churn out graduates yearly but fail to harness them. It’s time to fix the system and not bash the symptoms.
@yveegoatedd I understand but this day ALWAYS reminds me that he was murdered and spent his final days alone and neglected.
I can’t shake that feeling off
@otwfangirll I understand you and it’s not raigebait.
When someone dies people who love him mourn him differently.
We all love Michael and that’s what’s important 💫 Same!
Every 25th of June it dawns on me that he fucking died alone, neglected (imagine his last moments)& it’s because of greed and the people responsible are living freely & haven’t served justice.
He didn’t live long enough to see the generation he inspired. I’m mad
#restinpeaceangel
@otwfangirll No, but maybe you are.
His fans can remember him how they damn please. His music is celebrated everyday that’s still not withstanding what the facts are.
I’m a fan as well and everyone has the right to feel how they want
Michael Joseph Jackson – philanthropist, songwriter, producer, vocalist and dancer. The world's greatest entertainer and beloved by so many across the globe: “The King of Pop”. How will you honor his legacy today?