Tvegas:
https://www.nairaland.com/5760542/it-doesnt-take-me-time

Another lost soul in this link after Joining the Aiye group. There is no gain in cultism just pain and regrets.

This "butcher" story corroborates what has been shared here. If anyone reads this link and still end up in a cult group i dont know what to say.

Tvegas:
https://www.nairaland.com/5760542/it-doesnt-take-me-time

Another lost soul in this link after Joining the Aiye group. There is no gain in cultism just pain and regrets.

This "butcher" story corroborates what has been shared here. If anyone reads this link and still end up in a cult group i dont know what to say.

peacefulhome:
Iu, update dusted.

I couldn't read your last four updates

Didn't have the balls to read it

I'm happy God saw you through, ma

izzou:


I couldn't read your last four updates

Didn't have the balls to read it

I'm happy God saw you through, ma

peacefulhome:



Lol, so you no get liver with all your mouth for Uber thread. Common go and read jare.

I can't just read it.

Husbandman really try. If na me, I go just faint.


Haaaa. I dey fear to open your diary

izzou:




I can't just read it.

Husbandman really try. If na me, I go just faint.


Haaaa. I dey fear to open your diary

peacefulhome:




Now are I know you don't have strong heart. Have me in your prayers.

I will, ma

izzou:




I will, ma

samafooo:
Please let the stories continue this time that we have enough time to read

Teeboy15:



If you live or schooled in Makurdi, there's no way you won't be familiar with gyado villa. It is densely populated by students of BSU. I have seen childhood friends who grew up together, (their families all connected cos it's a community) take on each other in a mafia way all because of cultism. Imagine going to your friend's family house at 2am with heavily armed men, mom comes out you greet her and ask her to produce her child to be killed. Just imagine. You were born and grew up in the woman's presence. Both families know each other. This guy legit told the woman that, 'your son has committed alot of atrocities, we're here to make sure he pay for his deeds'. Luckily the wanted young man didn't sleep at home that night, he had gotten Intel that they were coming for him.
Imagine exposing your whole family to such danger.

Next morning he came back, we were seated at a popular barber shop, there he was bragging that those boys would pay. (This na boy we grow for my face o handsome looking quiet dude, all of a sudden became a junkie. Would be giving you prison gist like say na tourist advisor). Court cases here and there ... Cos I know the day wey dem bam am as him get admission. This dude became notorious Aiye. Travelling to different states for election violence. Couldn't graduate

And he did retaliate one hot afternoon. Although no casualty but na first time wey I see drive by be that. Lol. Imagine small gyado villa o... until both families intervened and a truce was met. This thing happened in 2014, e never tey. I don't just want to mention names cos they both very much alive today. Anyone who is street oriented and lived at gyado villa will corroborate this story.

Abi is it the story of Paul (yes real name), Psychology Dept, 200Level that was gunned down and butchered in the presence of his retired soldier father and serving soldier elder brother at Apehe right there in Makurdi also? I went to pay condolence to his dad, cos we were growing up together until the man retired and relocated home. His dad narrated how it all went down that day. his mom died about 3 months after cos of the whole trauma.....I'll update soon..........

Young adults, you see this thing called cultism en, run run faaarrr from it

Teeboy15:


I went to pay a condolence visit to Paul's family, I met his dad and his younger bro. The dad narrated how he watched his son killed before his eyes.
According to him, almost 20 men had mounted sentry in front of the house that night, around 1am. (their house is built the way classrooms are built. That is, it occupies a long space of land with various rooms attached). I described the house structure for a reason.

Paul was in the room when they came, everywhere was dark as there was no light. The boys started patrolling all over the house, telling the old man to bring out his son. They were obviously afaid of entering inside. They couldn't even get close to the windows to peep through. His dad and elder bro, (a serving soldier on pass to visit them) came outside and kept assuring Paul to remain inside. The elder brother was with a poisonous jack knife. As Aiye men were shouting at their voices telling Paul that the end had come for him, his dad and bro kept assuring him that nothing would happen, he should remain inside. All these were happening in tension, it lasted for almost 30 mins. Then Paul made the biggest mistake, he decided to zoom out, with full speed, apparently unaware about the number of people he was up against. 'See the bastard, see the bastard'. They were yelling. He was only able to run about 50 meters from his house to a mango tree in front. Next thing 2 gunshots followed. One hit his back, na so him drop. By this time the old man held my hand and led us, myself and a friend I went with, to the mango tree, exact spot where Paul was killed. With a teary eye, he said 'see am my pikin, na for here dem butcher my pikin for my presence'. 'As dem shoot am wey he fall down, he still dey alive, dem just gather am like fly dey use cutlass nack am everywhere. Na only 2 times my pikin shout'. He said everything happened so fast that in a matter of 5 mins, everywhere was clear. He was left with the mutilated dead body of his son. He was almost describing the level of damage done to his son's head, but he paused in distraught, looking at the floor for almost 20 seconds without uttering a word. By this time, the friend I went with started pinching me that we should get going. He wasn't feeling comfortable anymore seeing the old man in that emotional state. You cam imagine the trauma and PTSD he suffered.

The old man started advising us, telling us how we should be mindful how we live our lives and face our studies. How we should always think about our parents first before making wrong choices in life. How we should pity our parents and also consider their feelings. Then he prayed for us.

Imagine seeing your child butchered like a ram in your presence, yet you couldn't do nothing. Helplessly fellow human beings drain life out of him all because of cultism. His mom's health condition worsed after she was informed of his death, although she wasn't around when the killing happened.

My mom later informed me about 3 weeks after that that the woman was dead. HBP then stroke, then the rest is history

Every narration here is an account of what transpired as narrated to me by his own father.

His younger bro later informed me that Paul ran because he was calling his men and they kept telling him they were close. Probably why he chose to take a chance.

No one ever showed up, he was left to his fate. What happened to all the blood oath to stand for one another?

The funny part of the whole thing was that, the 2 boys that led the hit were brothers who lived in the same vicinity with them. Infact the younger bro was pointing at a particular house in the area to show me where they lived. All these na family house o... They ran to Abuja that morning.


Another thing to note is that Paul was a 'sensible' cultist, just like some people described them on this thread. Lol. You would hardly know he belonged, yet he was mapped and today he's history. E better make Corona kill you than that type of death.

If you have people in Makurdi, especially young ones that are vulnerable, pls and pls hold them tight and guard them jealously. The level of cultism in that small town is alarming. Truth is jobs aren't readily available to engage their minds, so they see cultism and political thuggery as enticing, they pick up thugs as mentors. Some get intimidated, sometimes not even directly but we all have ego. Imagine chilling somewhere at a public space with your babe then all of a sudden you hear "all ju's nack out now" from one overzealous idiat. You go look the person wey shout, small pikin, e go be like say make you just catch am dey beat. But wetin you go do dan to jejely swallow your pride and avoid wahala. This thread has also made me more conscious of the fact that I need to reach out to many. See, I kept company with many cultists while in school, NBM, SVC, as in MEN... We party, we play video games in my room, sometime they come to hide at my place when there was a hit etc. The thing is I knew about the dangers of being around them but I chose to ignore. It didn't matter to me, after all I no belong. Although I never got entangled in their mess, I was lucky. If I knew what I know now, lai lai.... e for no happen. They could have mapped someone to my house, na so mesef for fit enter wetin I no know. [/b]Worse of it is that a mapped cultist who comes to seek refuge at your place will never inform you. Even when he gets a hint that his hideout has blown to cover, he would also leave without informing you why he's leaving[b]

Imagine heavily armed men coming to ask for someone at your place cos their Intel gave your location as last seen for the target. E don happen. Bros you go p!ss and sh!t for body.

No fear them, just avoid them. If cultist know say you dey fear am, he go use you shine.

You see all those friends and cousins wey sabi come your place impromptu. Those ones wey sabi enter town without prior notice or invitation, then to go back na problem, bros avoid dem. Majority of dem either don commit or them don map dem.


Three weeks ago I received a call that Biggie had been killed. 28 year old boy with a bright future, last born, imagine. Boy wey finish secondary school for my eye for gyado villa when I dey school. I no know say he finally go bam Aiye.

Omo tori plenty... I don share this thread with one lord, I pray make him agree to open account share him story.


Cult no be am o... dem go butcher you like cow. Person wey get ear to hear make he hear. Person wey get eye to read make e read

butterfly777:
Pls let's try not to quite a long post. It wastes space unnecessarily. Just saying.

butterfly777:
Pls let's try not to quite a long post. It wastes space unnecessarily. Just saying.

Teeboy15:


Apologies bro. Was only trying to fulfill my promise to tell the story by continuing from where I stopped so those who didn't see the inital post could easily catch up. Your point is noted though. Thanks

Teeboy15:


Apologies bro. Was only trying to fulfill my promise to tell the story by continuing from where I stopped so those who didn't see the inital post could easily catch up. Your point is noted though. Thanks

Graxie:
This is painful!!! Please for those inside trying to leave, I am sure you can relocate. Just run from your base and hide. Northern Nigeria is safe, nobody will know you. I don't think if you go to gombe, kastina or sokoto that they can trace you. Just run!!!

Passionate888:
Many do relocate, but some will come back, the cult group will 'drag' him back spiritually.

amaham:

"Drag him back spiritually", can this be possible Losing control to someone?/

081087n:
I have read this thread from the Very beginning......and I definitely know it would have saved a lot of souls intending to become a cultist....

I'll share a story also about my friend who was a almost mauled by almost 300 egede boys just because he was always seen with eiye boys as he has a close friend among them.



TBC.

081087n:
I have read this thread from the Very beginning......and I definitely know it would have saved a lot of souls intending to become a cultist....

I'll share a story also about my friend who was a almost mauled by almost 300 egede boys just because he was always seen with eiye boys as he has a close friend among them.



TBC.

xtremerules:
Ok na. Since na so una wan dey do. Make me too drop my own small tori. No be for entertainment oo. Na make una dey strong to avoid gbege.

If anybody told me I will have anything to do with cult, I will say na lie. But the way things turned out, matter bend o. After secondary school, the plan na to go university as usual na. I wanted to study in Unilag or OAU then. My first jamb attempt couldnt attain the cutoff score. My second attempt the centre was canceled because they did alot of malpractice there. As in old gees dey write exam there for people. Third attempt, I got almost the cutoff to unilag, was introduced to a guy that promised to runz it to make sure i get admission. The guy scammed my family. I was getting frustrated. So i took an advice to go to laspotech rather than wasting away time, with an option to advance later.
I got to laspotech ikorodu, got a room where I stay alone. This was around 2007. I dont drink much, I dont smoke but I believe in being neutral. Having friends but not too close. I was not a party person either. My only vice then was the problem of Adam and me I take am go another level. That was woman. I was in my early 20s and was sexually active and I was carrying street girls around the ikorodu area anyhow. You know as ikorodu be then. Many gullible sub-urban girls, give them small money and toast small and you get what you want. Eventually I met this problem girl Omolola. Omolola was a cele girl who was more exposed than the normal street girls, she was 2 years older than me and took a liking to me. We started with sex and since I stay alone then, she capitalized on coming all the time and it was a relationship.
Before then, I used to disturb babes for sex but this babe na she dey disturb me. She introduced me to all kinds of sex, MouthAction, anal sex, analingus, we even planned to do a groupsex. She was a lesbian too. This girl will make me tie her hands and we do bondage sex. Una never see anything. At first it was exciting and adventurous but I didnt really love her although she was getting to love me like crazy calling me her husband. Her foundation was no good, she wasnt a student. Had a sugar dad who was married that she sees anytime he comes to 9ja. Had a sugarmum who was a prophetess in her church, I tell you say she be lesbo na. So when the relationship was getting too intense i tried distancing. In my department, there was a nice pretty Igbo chic I was getting close to. this one was levelheaded and her beauty and brains attracted me. So after months of being with Omolola, I began distancing, reducing sex with her. Telling her not to come to my place, lying that I travelled home, etc. Then i started bringing the new gf around. Cant mention her name here. So Omolola one day got to know whatsup came to my place for a fight. That was when i regretted and vowed not to date a street girl again. She scattered things in my house, made a scene in the compound, insulted my parents. In a bid to control her, i pushed her. She slapped me, thats when i gave her a hard one that made her fall on the floor. neighbors separated us o. She said she would revenge. I thought it was a joke.
Three days later one evening about 7pm after coming back from school on my way home, one guy came and tapped my back and pointed to a corner where 3 guys were saying "baba dey call you". I talk for wetin na. The young guy come say, for your own good go answer baba. you no wan make we follow you go house. So I go meet the baba. I got closer, recognize the guy as a student for Laspoly like me. Na so he tell me say siddon for ground, while I dey contemplate, one of the guys pack my leg i fall down for floor. I start dey shout, there in there, they tell me shut up, show me axe, show me knife. Baba come slap me. he say he know say I dey date him cousin so he give me small respect. But if i ever touch Lola again, he go cut my hand. Next thing dem force me empty my pocket. seize my money and wristwatch, call me fool. they left me sitting on the floor feeling like shit. That was my journey into nonsense.
Abeg make una no quote me. my story no plenty. i go finish am under this covid wahala.