₦airaland Forum

Cultism in Nigeria has no doubt taken a new trend as it has relocated from tertiary institutions campuses, where hitherto holds sway to the street in various communities. It is one word that has been entrenched in the psyche of people in this part of the world because of hazardous experience people have had either directly or indirectly. One person who had such direct experience with cultist is a promising and enterprising young man, Ifelaja Omotolani

My name is Omotolani Ifelaja, a native of Ijebu Igbo in Ogun state Nigeria. I was born on the 30th of August 1987. My father's name is Ifelaja olaniyi while mum's name is Bolanle Funke Ifelaja. I also have an elder sister her name is Lara Ifelaja. I was born into a polygamous family with my father having numerous children.
The beginning of my hardship started after the demise of my father. Life became so miserable for my mother, sister and I--when the hardship was to much, we relocated. We stayed in a place called Agbara an Ogun state suburb. The living condition in that place was horrible. We occupied a very small cubicle room. The house itself had so many entrance where people can enter and could be attacked easily. There was no good and accessible water in that community. People used to scoop water at a pool attached to a factory in the area. This had claimed more lives as people died of cholera. What a hell of a place!

My problems were escalated when my mum decided to remarry. We moved in with her but the place was another hell. Our stepfather was evil, he flogged us mercilessly at any slightest provocations. At times we were deprived of food, this and many more made my sister to run away. She went away but never came back. I was just praying for escape route until one day God answered my prayer. I met Mr Abayomi an aluminum window installer. He promised to take me to a place between Ibadan and Benin now Edo state. It was there I learnt how to install aluminum window. For two years, I was an apprentice but something later happened which changed my entire life for the worst.
All the while I have been staying with Abayomi, I didn't know that he was a member of the deadliest cult group "" also known as " " or "AYE" in local parlance. In fact, he was their number two in the hierarchy. On the day of my initiation into this deadly group, i was in Benin then Abayomi laced my tea with sleeping pills. I was brought to a quiet place then blind folded, the cloth was removed when a voice directed them to. I was stripped and I received a heavy blow on my head. I screamed in horror then one after the other I was jumped on, kicked and matcheted. Then the worst happened, I was raped by virtually ten men. My anus bled, but I was told that was part of initiation ceremony but to me that was the beginning of my journey into homosexualism.

After my initiation I was given a name "Ibaka". Till date I don't know the meaning of that name. Each person was given a partner and my partner's name was "AKA". We were given assignments but my misunderstanding with the group started when I refused to kill a rival member so I renounced. This didn't go well with them for months they were looking for how to kill me. One day they barged into my hideout, dragged me inside an awaiting vehicle and took me inside thick the forest. There ten members raped me, I was in the pool of my blood. I was matcheted. The cut is still on my body till date I was also shot at but luckily enough, the bullet only pierced my skin. They then abandoned me, all this happened in the year 2000. I was then left for dead but I was rescued by Dipo who also facilitated my escaped to Tripoli in Libya.

In Libya, I was sold to an Arab merchant by our captors. I was made sex slave and almost five men made love to me everyday. My anus ached and I began to stool blood but once it healed the show continued. This is how I had suffered in the hand of cultists cum Gay, I began to
look for where my life would be saved. I didn’t want to go back home because my life wasn’t safe either.

Story compiled by Fatai Kasali
For My Neighbourhood Magazine
June 23,2003