I have always said it. In fact, I wrote it over a decade ago, on the world wide web — even if not with the same words. That once a woman begins to grow breasts, even as a child, she begins to believe that absolutely every man wants to sleep with her.

I don’t know whether it’s due to the number of men with no shame that then begin to approach her instantly, once she’s with those two bumps on her chest, regardless of how young she is. But the truth is ever the truth, regardless of how bitter it is.

Now, this mother of all things promiscuous, this shameless prostitute, this wanton whore, Nihinlola Sanda, believes that I want to sleep with her!

That she’s my father’s wife does not seem able to occur to the empty space between her ears. But even if it cannot, I believe she should have enough of an iota of a brain cell to know her own age, and realise the fact that she’s approaching sixty years of age.

I don’t sleep with the aged, bitch! even if you and your cronies keep on striving to drive it down the ears of imbeciles and the naive that I sleep around. And if the curses and the abuse that I have been showering upon you via the internet for years now even then cannot have you know that I can never sleep with you — that I despise you to an extent that has the word “hatred" be an understatement of all I can feel for you — then you’re indeed as brain-dead as I have always thought you were.

— Ikoro Iyineleda; 28th of September, 2023.