“Please don’t cum again”: A Nigerian preacher’s warning about masturbation
I woke up with a start and immediately looked down to see if my breasts were leaking an acrid-smelling milk.
That was the fifth dream that month where I had been suckling an infant that clearly was not of this world.
I’m not a mum, and I have minimal knowledge of babies, but even I know that newborns don’t have leathery black wings, fangs or a forked tongue.
In fact, it was only an eerie sense of familiarity that had stopped me throwing my dream baby on to the floor in sheer terror - what was going on?
Thankfully Facebook had the answ