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Apologies to CharleyGold for stirring up bad memories. Mafioso have a strict policy when it comes to being crossed by other confra members. No slight is seen as minor to them in so far as it is committed by a rival, the comeuppance is death.

In regards to attire, Cosa Nostra copies and bastardizes the dressing apparel of the Sicilian mob as of the 1940's. Fedora on the head, long coats, jeans, tough boots. They don't have a colour code as far as i am aware.

Casan0va:
Not sure if you're saying no to cultist or saying yes to Mafioso

Just revealing everything i can about them sir.

Their near-deification of silence can be traced to their literal name itself. 'Cosa Nostra' is latin and it literally translates to 'our thing'. Everything about the family stays in the family and breaking the law of omerta by tattling to outside brings about an undebatable death penalty upon the Son who commits such an offence. The only people a Son owes an obligation to be both truthful and sincere with are his Dons, his GF, his elders in the game and his blood brothers (those he was initiated with) in the game.

The authorities catch up with you and coerce you to reveal the identities of your fellow Son? Keep silent. Someone attacks/threatens you in a manner that requires retaliation? Keep silent. The cold grip of death dances over you with the revealing of family plans/identities as your only chance at escaping with your life? Keep silent. Such is the way of omerta.

Omerta. The Sicilian principle of silence. Every mafioso follows this code religiously. In essence, one who abides by the code of silence in his affairs is said to follow omerta in that he keeps everything about him private.

Illiteracy dey smell. Historically speaking, all men wore skirts and gowns fashioned from animal skin. Trousers became popular apparel much later on, starting in the arab/asian region before spreading to other areas and even then, it was the ideal choice of dress for WOMEN whom spent a lot of time performing tasks that required them sitting in a manner that was definitely going to expose their laps and more. Pesin go smoke colorado for spirit world, wake up dey cap tuai tuai.

Revenge... Revenge is another pillar behind the Cosa Nostra ideology and as such, no amount of resources, time or effort is considered too much in achieving it. "It Is Better for an Unblooded Bastard to chance a Mafioso than for a Blooded Bastard to do so" The reasoning behind this OT lies in what i like to call the 'spectrum of offence'. Mafioso, whilst having a general tradition of vengeance, also carry it out in varying degrees of severity based on the percieved slight against them. For the unblooded bastard (jew/48) whom offends a Son, Cosa Nostra will often avenge the offence in a variety of ways including, but not limited to, taxing, beatings, body disfigurement, robbing the offender of his valuable and occasionally murder. It all depends on the offence. However, when a blooded bastard (member of a different cult) offends a mafioso, the penalty is death regardless of the degree of the offence.

Respect is another concept that cosa nostra holds in high esteem. A full fledged maf man, regardless of wealth, status or influence must accord full respect to The Godfather, his Don's (hierachy office holders), his GF and all others who were in the game before him. Outside the fraternity, it is a requisite that Mafioso maintain a high level of civility and a cordial demeanor hence the basis of their OT: "A Peaceful Man in A Deadly Mood". It is also why they refer to themselves as 'mean' as they hide their sheer cruelty behind a mask of soft spoken politeness. For Cosa Nostra, it is an embarrasing thing for a Son to lose his cool and raise his voice, even when offended unjustly. Better he keep mute, smile and walk away, the time spent shouting and threatening would be better used by the mafioso to plot his revenge.

Till date, i am yet to see a mafioso whom isn't a womanizer. A maf man usually has a serious girlfriend and a plethora of girls whom he bangs for fun. The serious girlfriend is off limits to other maf men, high ranking or not as a mafioso is well within his rights to retaliate in any manner he deems fit towards another mafioso whom has an affair with his girl, or sees her having an affair with someone else and not telling him.

EricBraven:
Where

Sea school, Aluu

EricBraven:
Shey you attend c&ltc women unit

Nope, but i been dey course AL451

La Cosa Nostra revolves around the tenets of money, women and respect. All Sons are encouraged to gather as much wealth as possible so as to be of relevance to the family (just as vikings say deck or eiye say nest etc). Due to this, majority of Sons are involved in one questionable/illegal money making venture or the other, such as fraud, drug peddling, smuggling, selling of human parts on the black market, running prostitution rings, human trafficking, robbery etc. For Cosa Nostra, in so far as you can make money from it then it is fair game. They are a few (emphasis on few) Sons who engage in legitimate business, but even amongst these few a considerable majority engage in one or two criminal acts to supplement their income.

Omahlaycha:
Bros I greet u, u fit also elaborate on maf men ot for d purpose of d tread cos nobody don talk about dem for here but since u don get interaction with dem reach to almost join dem, u fit sabi there ot mk u for tell us about dem.

Sir, the best i can do is to elaborate on their belief systems, mode of dressing and ideology. No genuine Maf man casts OT in the presence of anyone, not even an soon to be blooded bastard (intending initiate), so i can't elaborate on that particular aspect of la cosa nostra, sorry.

modsAREuselesss:
you mean u joined man o war and the cultist did nothing about it?

Yes. I'll elaborate why later on.

Kingfish542:
it depends on the school oo, dont give people false opinion that manowar can save them all the time, some school's manowar cannot even stand any cult group or are full of cultists themselves

I don't remember saying so sir. Different situations, different remedies.

saynotocultism:
When i was Young, My elder cousin took me to the farm and after the days work, he told me to sit down and placed one soldier ant on my HEAD and another on my lap close to my BALLS and he said i can only kill one and leave the other. Instinct immediately took my hands to the one close to my balls and i rushed and killed it. He laughed and asked why and i was already crying and told him,

UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE, THE THING ONE GO BITE MY DIDI.

As you make your bed, so you must lie on it

I don die [quote author=saynotocultism post=97055062]When i was Young, My elder cousin took me to the farm and after the days work, he told me to sit down and placed one soldier ant on my HEAD and another on my lap close to my BALLS and he said i can only kill one and leave the other. Instinct immediately took my hands to the one close to my balls and i rushed and killed it. He laughed and asked why and i was already crying and told him,

UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE, THE

So that's that. I wouldn't say that i regret having to go through what i did, but it gave me much needed experience and got rid of my irritating naivety. Maybe, later on, i can narrate a few crusades against cultism in which i was involved in. But for now, thanks for listening (reading?). Intimidation is a powerful tool, it might be easy for you as an external observer to write off a victim as a fool for not reporting. But until you have been in a man's shoes you will never know where it hurts him.

That was the last i heard from cosa nostra, till date i don't know what their fates are. Joe, Ade, Jerry, the whole damn lot had gone dark on my radar and i was free... With my freedom in hand and my already built up revulsion (it has steadily given way to pity over time) for cultists, i wasted no time in purchasing the Man O' War form. To my surprise It cost me 500 naira and i would find out later on that the cheap price of the form was attributed to the fact that they were short on members.

'Hello? Donno? Na Asuquo dey talk... E get one boy wey come meet me. Him name na ******, year two, him dey philosophy department... I just say make i tell u say him don turn warbay property... If anything do am, i no need tell u wetin go sup.' he talked a bit more on the phone before turning to face me, a pleasant smile on his face. 'You can go, the matter is settled'. I was stunned, the stress of one year plus, gone in just a few minutes and with a phone call nonetheless.

One of the baggers was bleeding steadily from his back, and it had stained the white floor tiles a messy red. The short guy gave me an apologetic smile and told me to stand outside that he would attend to me in a minute. As i stood outside, i heard him bark out orders on how he wanted this room clean for their guest and a few of them burst into mischievous chuckles. A few minutes later, i was sent for and i came in. The short guy engaged me in small talk to make me relax (as he had sensed my nervousness at the earlier show of violence), he spoke in clean english and soon, when i was no longer tense, he asked for my story. I narrated the whole thing to him and he listened patiently, never for once interrupting me until he was done. He asked me a few more questions, my department, level, room number etc and once he was done with that, he unplugged his phone from where it was charging and made a call.

He took me to one of the rooms downstairs. I had never been to this part of the hostel, (i wasn't a wanderer or the adventurous type) and i looked at the symbol painted above the door. "MAN O' WAR NIGERIA" I had heard of these guys in passing, apparently they were one of three student security bodies on campus. I gave Benedict a surprised look, was this guy one of them? We stepped into the room and i was greeted to the sight of over of ten guys drilling two well known baggers with matchetes. The room was one of the biggest ones in the hostel and i counted 22 bunk beds and twice the number of mattresses, it was as if i had stepped into a barrack. Benedict saluted a short guy that was giving the others instructions on how to go about drilling the baggers. The short guy, on seeing me, ordered the others to stop and then instructed them to hang the baggers. After that Benedict explained my plight to him and then he turned to face me.

Benedict, my roommate, had always been someone i had seen as odd. Every monday, wednesday and saturday morning, as early as 4:30 am, he would put on a black cap, white polo, white trousers and sneakers before heading out and coming back by 6:00 am. I figured he was involved in a confra of sorts, but figured that it was none of my business. I came back from lectures one day to see only Benedict in the room. He had a serious look on his face, 'Guy, wetin u do wey maf men come find u this afternoon?'. My heart sank, these guys had found a way to track me to my current room. I wanted to drop the matter, but he wasn't having it and after enough pressure i finally caved and told my story. When i was done, he was already giving me a sympathetic look he seemed to be contemplating something and when he was done mulling over it, he tapped me on the shoulder, a determined look on his face. 'Follow me, e get pesin i for like make u see'

My escape was a temporary thing, and at the end of the 2 days i had to get back to school. I scratched my head on how to go about handling this mess i had let grow out of proportion. The thing ate at me for the rest of the week until I discovered something about one of my roommates.

Augustus was my coursemate, he had recently bammed egede and had moved into a compound in which a large percentage of its occupants were egede and the smaller percentage were klansmen. My choice of a hideout was on the basis of the fact that the cosa nostra being cautious frat men wouldn't risk sparking off a clash by coming after me in an egede dominated area where i was treated as a guest. I met augustus on his way out, he looked set to travel but listened to my plight nonetheless. When i was done, he bluntly told me that i would have to follow him where he was going as he wouldn't be around for the next 2 days. I agreed, and that was how i ended up spending 2 days in eket accompanying my friend to a wedding party which i hadn't planned for and in clothes which i borrowed from him to boot.

To call it a fight would be an exaggeration. I'm sure that to anyone who saw us at that moment, it would've looked more like a guy physically assaulting two emaciated guys. Their drug dependency had reduced them and they were practically weightless in my hands as i flung them to the ground and filled their mouths with sand. After a while, spectators came to seperate the fight and in the ensuing commotion, i was gone. Despite my small sense of pride at beating the two of them up, i knew that they would be repercussions. Without bothering to go back to the hostel, I went straight to Augustus' place.

It was my 2nd semester in year 2. I was in a new room (mom was still adamant on me living on campus), and this one had students that were within my age bracket. It was a friday morning and i was on my way to lectures, i was running a bit late so i was practically power walking to class. Some distance away from the lecture auditorium, two boys blocked me and i immediately recognized them. Jeremiah and Ade, we were supposed to have been initiated on that night and whilst i had ran, they had stayed and went through the process. The looks on their faces was anything but friendly, they called me a lily livered betrayer and Ade made to grab my phone. I was gifted the new phone on my birthday with warnings that if i misplaced it then the next phone i would get would be one i got with my own nysc allowance. With this warning in mind, i simply could not let them have my phone. Jerry and Ade had been robust guys when i first met them, but they had become shadows of themselves looking lean and haggard due to drug abuse

I wrote my 2nd semester exams in perpetual fear, wondering when the cosa nostra would have their pound of flesh. But it seemed as if my walking away from them that night would be my last interaction. I was wrong.

Just before the blood could cover me completely, i woke up. I was covered in cold sweat and the other guys in the room gave me funny looks. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and began to head outside. 'Make i piss' i told no one in particular and with that, i was outside. I urinated as i had told them, but once i was done, i looked around to see if anyone was looking. Seeing that i wasn't being watched, i used the track road that Joe had shown me some time ago and burst out on the main road. From that point, few minutes of continuous walking saw me arrive at a colleagues place and i spent the night there, staying awake all night as the concept of sleep eluded me.