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SexytorresE:
u were not forced to agreed with my comment don’t be silly and give urself little sense of reasoning it pays .

Relax. He is right. People like you are more dangerous to society than even cancer.

Oh! My own candidate for minister of health. Man knows his onions.

Get well soon sir.

Amarisco:
Wow, so after all the secrecy, oaths and coding, they can still have a carnival parade on the streets. I don’t quite understand.

Or are these the ones that call themselves ‘good’ cultists.

You can stop them na. They'll tell you that they are members of DNKI (De Norsemenc Kclub International). A group duly registered with the C.A.C and bears the motto: Service to humanity.
Meanwhile, all their apparels clearly bear the logo of the SVC with motto: Dooty is dooty.

Just like how the NBM can go on humanitarian visits in orphanages the same moment the guys are cutting off the head of Chizoba at a junction.

Same groups, different faces.

Location?

quivah:
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They are called Secret Cults for a reason.
The stricter the environment, the more secret their operations.

Beating your chest to say they don't exist in a particular environment is having too much faith in your own knowledge.

Binhamid:
Chaii

I want you to close your eyes and picture a man with a big jaw who has just finished eating the flesh off the chicken lap he's holding. He then licks the bone before proceeding to chew off the soft part at the top.

Ehen, na so that guy take chop your babe.

Bye bye.

Thank you all for the commendations. I appreciate sincerely. However, while we enjoy the stories on the experiences of people who have journeyed through the dark and murky waters of cultism, we shouldn't just leave it at saying no to cultism on this thread alone. Talk to the younger ones who look up to you in your various environments, not only those related to you by blood. There are too many stories to share and I'll do my best to do that as the motivation comes. As usual, don't expect first person narratives. Dem no dey telli person.
Jah bless.

fineguy11:
what a master piece. Very artistry.

Thanks.

hustla:
Very very well written and captured the correct sequence of events

Salute

Thanks.

onefourseven:
Asaba is boiling.

SVC vs NBM

1. 2

Asaba is not boiling anything. The non-cultists will go about their normal activities, have fun and enjoy themselves while those who are cultists run up and down in panic like rats whose tails have been set on fire.
A few people will die. They won't be mourned for long. You know why? They mostly only constituted nuisance to the society when they were alive.
"Pooh!" A gunshot will ringout. A body falls in the street. People run, albeit temporarily. After a few hours, the police shows up to evacuate the dead body now properly engaged in the process of rigor-mortis.
People return back to business, opening shops and lighting the fires back for their abacha stoves to roast corn.
In a far distance, a mother spanks her 5 year old son who has forgotten to return back to his doorstep after playing with other kids. "You want to be like all those bad boys abi?" She yells as she spanks him some more. "No be me you go kill. C'mon sit down there!" As she drags him to sit in one place.
Business is back to usual with the occasional gist about the person who got shot and how these boys no get sense.

In a bunker somewhere, are clustered visibly shaken young men, smoking hemp. "Aro Danger Master don go overboard o. May the gates of Valhalla be closed to us." They all make varying statements mostly vowing revenge, meanwhile deep down, most are scared shitless and are looking for a way not to be picked as members of the next hit-squad going for revenge in a never -ending war over a reason they can't really pin-point.
All these while, there's an argument between the police and the mortuary attendant over accommodating the dead body of the guy who just got shot in the head. The family hasn't shown up yet and sure as hell, non of his fellow cult members has turned up to even say they know him. They are all somewhere busy drinking squadron and chanting, "Aro sorry o. We no know."
While all these happen, the rest of society just goes on with their normal lives. Next Saturday, Cynthia will get married, Uche's birthday party will hold, and Late Chief Ambrose will be laid to rest - a proper burial for a man who had lived a productive life to a ripe old age, gaining the respect of society and training his five children through University.
The cult war is but a distant undertone. A battle between the lowest lives in the society. These deaths a case of evil canceling out evil for the betterment of society. A war started probably by a fight over a worn out prostìtute. A waste of time and souls.
Then peace talks will hold and all those lives lost, forgotten. Aro Danger Master only remembered by his Marine and no other. They didn't even take notice of the war in Asaba, all too busy fighting theirs in their various states to be concerned about one sailor who had gone to be with Odin.
Aro Danger Master, Norwish Michael Obunneme would have been married in the next 5 years and seen his first daughter crawl, walk, graduate and get married in this very Asaba if only he had resisted the urge to join a cult.
Alas! Here he lies on a pale bed at the entrance of a mortuary, unattended as the voices of the policemen and hospital attendants arguing in the distance begin to fade.

Say no to cultism.

VirginSearcher:
Why should a reasonable person pray for a clueless illiterate president that's a sin

Dude, kai! Your life must really suck sha. Since early morning? Someone who doesn't understand will think it's actually Buhari/Nigeria that's got you this pissed off.
Please seek help.
I pray things open up for you and yours.

CreekCommando:
This place has been deserted for children and the unemployed due to random immature comments. I'll soon delete my account.

My thoughts exactly. It seems nairaland is populated mostly by never- do- wells.

donprincebigt:
this people can lie ehn. even Jesus didn't record million years
na them dey know where them dey see the calendar of 82million years ago

Na dem still bring Jesus tori come give you.

jmaine:
Inasmuch as we preach that we stay off joining cults... Keeping close association with members of any gang is even worse...

You are right. That's one of the worst things an individual can ever do to themselves.

opera1:
Hmmm, this week is a festival of idiot.
Three already & still counting..........

Lol!

Chief's family house would become the anchor point for Redskins every morning from then on. His family were busy people and very few in number and would leave home everyday to work and school leaving him at home. The moment that happened, his compound would be filled by Redskin members seating eagerly waiting to learn OTs, Sallys and stories of exploits in far away platoons and SVC decks. Neigbours had begun to take notice and had started responding to Chief's greetings suspiciously. So also were the Black Skulls on the other side of the area too. Chief's Jew friends who had graduated from other schools and always hung around him started getting attacked in various parts of town even though they weren't members of any cult group. The dangers of being friends with a cultist. Some of them wanted to join up but Chief refused repeatedly. There was no joy in this nonsense game and he didn't want that for them. However, one was particularly stubborn. His name Soatome (not real name).

FORCED INITIATION
Soatome would always come to Chief's house very early in the morning, sit amongst the Redskins and listen to OTs. The Redskins had decided amongst themselves that he had known too much and he had to be initiated or thrown overboard (killed). You see, in any Viking related setting, even if an individual is the leader, it is what the strongest men say would happen on the deck that would happen.
To become a Redskin, the prospective initiate would have to bring a bottle of Squadron (Monkey), a razor blade, a handkerchief, candles and some cash. Chief volunteered to provide those for his friend who was oblivious to the fact that he was going to be initiated the next day.
As usual, Saotome showed up the following morning, eager to hangout and listen to tales and OTs. After a few wordings, a member stood up and suggested they all move to an incomplete building which had already being scouted and mounted in a secluded part of the area to "Yo." Saotome followed unsuspecting of what was to come next. What the heck was he thinking!
Everyone moved in twos and entered the building already occupied by some redskins and SVC deckhands.
Sentries were also mounted to ward-off intrusion.
The moment Saotome walked in, he was forcefully seized and marched into a room, his hands tied and then blindfolded with the handkerchief Chief provided and his shirt removed. He was then taken and thrown into the bare floor of a toilet in the house. He was marooned while waiting to sight Iceland in order to be reborn. All his cries for Chief to saves him fell on deaf ears.
After a short while of deciding the order of proceedings and recieving sentry reports of a "clear coast," Saotome was then marched blindfolded into a circle of Redskin and SVC members, all with machetes drawn. His initiation had begun. This was before the era of cultists only being beaten on the buttocks during inis. His entire back was fair game.

The moment he stepped into the circle He got a thunderous slap followed by the question, "Na who carry you come?!"
Saotome responded, "Na Chief!" Wrong answer. He got more slaps until someone whispered to him to answer "Nobody."
He was forced to lie down, bare back facing up. Then the beating started. They used the flat sides of machetes to flog him mercilessly, occasionally stamping on him with boots. Some of the obviously intoxicated Redskins would pour Rum on his bruised back chanting incantations. He was warned not to cry or scream. After about an hour of drilling when Chief saw it was getting too much for Saotome to bear, he called a halt to the beatings. I was time for Saotome to receive his oath of allegiance, get a Planet name and be assigned his teachers for learning of the OT's and practices of the Confraternity.
Saotome was made to kneel down. Candles were lit around him forming the shape of a ship's anchor. Suddenly everyone fell silent. The Yoo master started a solemn song. "Row, row, row! Another rugged Sally yo. Row, row, ...." After singing other songs, while the initiation materials were being prepared, the last Sally was sung. "Papa no de ooo, mama de house dey halla.... If you wan kill me, killi me make I die, I must follow Redskins Sally today."
Chief brought out a long dagger and placed in front of Saotome. He ordered Saotome to stretch out his right hand. He grabbed the thumb and with the razor made a cut for enough blood to spill out. A cup of Monkey (Rum) was handed to him and he squeezed the bleeding wound over the cup allowing blood to flow into the cup. All the while, incantations were being chanted by the Yoo master ( equivalent of SVC Skp). He picked up the dagger and placed it on Saotome's left hand, the sharp end pressed against the initiates heart. He then administered the Oath, words to which Saotome repeated accordingly. Chief heaved in regret, there was no going back now.
You see, the words in the oath of most cult groups contains sentences which gives license to the group to kill you at anytime they feel you have betrayed the brotherhood. Anyone with a personal grudge against you can shoot you or maim you and lay a false allegation of betrayal or cross-carpeting against you and would be left unpunished and maybe even promoted. What stupid way to live life.
Saotome's blindfold was removed. He was told to pick a name of a wild animal to attach to his Planet name. He was then given the lines of identification together with his new name. He was told to stand up and anchor everyone on board. He was introduced to the excos present at his sighting (initiation). He was informed that he was part of a much larger platoon and this was just one of the decks under it which had grown rapidly since Chief moved to the area, thanks to his coordination abilities. He was promised that soon, the deck would become a platoon of it's own. Chief was going to lead the mutiny. ("What?! Chief thought to himself. See setup. These guys had planned all this and didn't even inform him. He was planning his exit from this whole nightmare and these guys had already decided what dangerous responsibilities he was going to carry on next. He felt very uneasy).
Saotome was informed that at the next TBM in North Bank he would be introduced to the larger body and excos alongside other new initiates.
The deed had been done. Saotome had been forcefully initiated into a cult group because he was a fan and liked hanging around them even though he made it clear initially that he didn't want to belong. He managed to remain on his feet although very weak and could barely walk. Chief ordered a Brew Sec to hold and drinks were ordered. Mostly cheap dry gin with a lot of cigarettes and weed. This was to buy Saotome enough time to recover and be able to walk to the road and pick a bike. When he got home, he would lie that he had an accident.
Stay away from cultist friends!

NoBones:
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@Green Arrow 1 your story just succinctly captures the lives of all these small boys in my area late Sparrow and the rest.

My people, story too plenty about the dangers and evil of cultism.


#Saynotocultism

That's how deep the dangers run. For many years now, cultists have resulted to recruiting teenagers in the hope to catching them young as convincing adults has gotten a little harder and also the need to gather more cash in form of dues.

Fast-forward to SS3, during WAEC exams, Chief had already built up a notorious reputation in his school environment. Deep down, he only wanted to finish school and be done with Redskins for good. He had gotten used to coming to school with weapons in his bag and special protection detail was provided for him (so much jobless people in cultism). His classmate was a notorious Bkack Skull who was constantly clashing with him. Seeing that Chief was very intelligent and even his seniors who had graduated and joined BAN other cult groups were always checking up on him hoping to get him to join them upon graduation and admission into a university, the Vikings made a point to show him uttermost care and protection in thief own twisted way. The Black Skulls were also very much waiting for an opportunity to finally make their mark on Chief. It was a scary period.
When WAEC exams started, a few teachers permitted Chief to write his exams with a gun on his waist after they saw the multitude of MBS and Redskin members camping daily in the school field protecting their various candidates and waiting for an opportunity to attack opposing members. On one occasion, it took the intervention of the police to disperse the crowd of opposing cult groups. Yes. Makurdi was that rugged. The school principal (a white priest now late) had to call a meeting and plead for peace to allow the exams go on peacefully.
Chief graduated with flying colors and was looking forward to University admission upon writing Jamb. He had become inactive in Redskin activities. His parents had moved out of that rugged area and built their own house. All was well.
One evening, there was a gentle knock on the gate and Chief answered. He saw two older guys he had never met before staring menacingly at him.
"Ajemate! Planet name: ........ 1.
Crew name (real name): M......
Present Golden Eye on board ........ Platoon
By ........ Marine Patrol.
Ajemate!"
The other echoed "Aje!"
Chief thought go himself, "Which kind wahala be this?" He thought this was behind him and nobody knew him here. He was wrong.
They asked him to identify himself which he did. They informed him there was a TBM the next night and he was to attend unfailingly. He was new in the area and had to anchor men. This was no longer secondary school levels.
He attended the TBM. He was made to lie down and drilled for failing to identify with RS men upon Jazzing in the new area. Since he was a senior man, he was drilled only lightly. He found himself in the midst of Bus Conductors, a few secondary school graduates and a few drop outs mostly lacking orientation and incapable of pronouncing basic JVC words. The responsibly to shape up the ship had become his wether he liked it or not.

Chief decided to keep a low profile after that event however, the very next week after seeing off a friend who had come to visit, he was attacked by members of the MBS.
He saw his friend off up to a street at around 8PM. On his way back, he ran into a large group of young boys in a dark area where there were big old trees.
"Aje, e don be for you today!" One of them belted out. Suddenly, he was surrounded on all sides. Anytime he made a move to push out of the circle, he haw shoved back in. He knew the die was cast. He was putting on Palm slippers (easy wears). How would he run? It was for this same reason members of the Redskins were warned to always put on shoes (preferably boots) whenever they where going out. He had disobeyed.
He felt a sudden thud in his chest (adrenaline rush). The guys surrounding him were holding cutlasses, chains and walking stick swords. One of them tapped him the by the waist and felt a bulge. He screamed out, "The guy pam!" Chief saw his opening. They had widened the circle to allow them use their long weapons on him. Chief didn't want any scar on his body as that would invalidate his good boy routine at home. So he reached for his waist, pulled out his Tiger knife, punched the button and as the blade shot out of the knife pocket, he grabbed the closest boy in front of him by the hand and dug in the knife. He then pulled downwards with all his strength. The sound of human flesh tearing and the screams from the boy made the other members to retreat and seeing an opening, Chief rushed down his street barefoot screaming, "Ajemates! Ajemates!!" No one responded. No one seemed to know that he had just had a chance encounter with death.
He got to his gate and gently pushed it open, tip-toeing to his room and entering the bathroom to shower and change. It was a Thursday and everyone was busy watching a soap opera on TV. He joined them and ate the food kept for him quietly. Occasionally joining in the laughter. His family oblivious of the true person seated in their midst. Wild thoughts ran through his mind. He was truly alone. There and then, a Chief made the decision to leave cultism. Hahaha! If only he knew what was to come next.

Vanzcharles:
Oboy this red skins follow dey Benue?
They are also present in uyo tho mostly among secondary school boys

Very much present.

His first encounter on being cornered came soon enough when at a post junior WAEC party organized by his mates, members of the Black Skulls (NBS) and NBM had come uninvited and surrounded the venue, looking for Redskins to HIT.
Although, Chief was the Palms Guide (treasurer) of his Platoon (equivalent of a Viking Deck) of the Redskins, he acted as the Armourine (person in charge of weapons) for his cartel on any outing. He was a small, fine boy and so he was the best bet to beat suspicion.
At that party, he sat as usual by the bar, drinking, he Rucksack loaded with pistols and daggers by his side. Eyes darting round the club they had rented for the daytime party they had going on, looking for any sign of trouble. Soon enough, his friend Pope, ran into the club looking anxious and troubled, his T-Shirt torn. Chief calmly stood up and walked into a toilet and Pope followed closely.
"Bastardos don anchor the arena outside. E don set." Pope said. Without a word, Chief opened the duffel bag and handed Pope a dagger and an Awka Made (local pistol) loaded with two catridges. The decision was made to send a new initiate by name Chaos (who would later go on to join BAN) to take a bike to North Bank (SVC and Redskin stronghold) an hurry up the Terminator (Redskin Executioner) and other Skinners and Baggers who were scheduled to attend the party. (There were no phones back then).
Money was given to Chaos to dispatch but before then, alert all members dancing to converge at the bathroom and retrieve weapons from Chief and get ready for the battle ahead. It was do-or-die.
A few minutes after Chaos left, a lagging Skinner by name Brave who was outside the club rushed in with blood on his head. Pope ran out to peep and had a bottle of beer thrown at him. It missed him and landed on the head of one of the bouncers. There was blood everywhere. Party don scatter.
Pope really had a strong mind (foolishness looking back now). He ran into a group of Black Skulls and while trying to battle up his way out, took a lot of beatings and cuts. He ran back in. The Redskins now shouted, "Two two legging!" Meaning everyone was to DSB (disembark) the venue walking in twos. As with the tradition of the Vikings, they were trained to always walk in twos or sit at tables in twos (each person facing the other so that everyone could watch the other's back at all times). All the girls except the Red Bras at the party were now screaming in fear.
So began the slow match into enemy territory.
Point of note, all through Chief's involvement with cultism, his family members (save his elder brother) never had the slightest idea that he was involved in any vices. He would sleep in his room with a pistol under his pillow every night. Go out to attend Iceland (initiations) and TBM (Tales by moonlight) which were normal meetings and return back home looking very innocent. Parents, watch your kids and their friends.
By the time Chief moved out of the club, Pope was already being axed and hit with a long iron pole outside the gates. He got a chance and pulled out his gun and shot in the air. Everybody retreated, giving him the chance to run all the way from Ankpa quarters to his house at Inikpi street.
When chief got to the gate with his side man Stains and a girl he was seeing off, he looked up and saw that an axe was thrown at him, he ducked and it hit the gate making a loud noise akin to a gunshot. The three of them started running down the road, chased by the Skulls and just at that moment, a V-Boot, followed by a White Bus loaded with senior and very notorious members of the Redsikns and some Vikings arrived the scene. Gunshots rented the air. That's day was a narrow escape. A teaching moment for Chief on the dangers of cultism.
To be continued.

The story of Chief and how by JSS 3 he got initiated into the Supreme Redskins Confraternity (Aje mates). A junior arm of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity (Aro Mates).

As a JSS1 student of the best secondary school in Benue State, Chief got into the boarding house and was immediately placed under the care of a school father. The school father was was very religious and the best singer of responsarial psalms during the everyday masses students were obligated to attend in this very religious and highly academically excellent school. He was in a very ideal environment or so he thought. He would later find out that the reverse was the case.

One afternoon after Sunday mass, chief was told by his school father to get dressed and accompany him to visit an aunt in town and eat a good family meal and probably get transport money to boot. He happily obliged. There was no way a JSS1 student who was already homesick wouldn't jump at that opportunity. Little did he know that this was his ticket to a one-way train to headed for waywardness, an addiction and finally cultism.
The visit went well. There was plenty Sunday rice and chicken at the house he and his school father went to visit. After which the customary transport fare was given by the host.
On their way back, the school father walked Chief to a mallam's kiosk and ordered two cigarettes. And thus, Chief had started smoking at the age of 11, at JSS1.
Fast-forward to JSS 3, Chief had left the boarding house and become a day student the same school. He lived in an area infested with cultists some of who where expelled or rusticated university students and the usual street touts with rap sheets as long as the holy books.
Chief would sit in their midst listening to OTs and running errands for them in the evenings. He felt a part of them and so whenever any of them or their friends was HIT of killed, he felt personally attacked. This was a teenager bursting at the seams with youthful exuberance and boy! He was willing to join up.
This was the era when the old frat heads of both the NBM and the SVC split up the less popular White Diamonds Confraternity and setup the Black Skulls and Redskins Confraternities respectively. Hitherto friends became enemies overnight. Battle lines and territories were drawn. Makurdi was to become a very deadly place to live in and everyone had to pick a side and prepare for the long war ahead. Chief joined the Redskins. His street was a Viking stronghold.
He started wearing a red overall on his school uniform and resulted to climbing Okada to school after encountering a series of attacks on the few occasions he ventured on foot through the Black Skull infested area he had to pass through on his way to school. He also made sure he was well armed and would occasionally taunt the Skulls when passing through their area on top of an Okada. He was a marked man.

CC Jmaine, NoBones et al.

Good to see that the guy hyping BAN has admitted that he is already experiencing one of the negative sides of joining a cult group. You can beat your chest and say where you are currently practicing your cultism, you guy don't face RS, so there's no violence. That is so wrong on so many levels.
Shey you are a new initiate abi?
Just wait until you are drafted by your strike chief (or whatever they call it in BAN) as part of an external HIT squad to assist a far away deck sending S.O.S and facing serious RS with another cult group.

Na that time you go know why soldiers from America dey die for Afghanistan.

Renounce or go inactive while you can. The moment you get involved in a single act of violence, you are already being owed a payback.
A word is enough for the wise.

Actress? For which industry? Nollywood or NollyPorn?

Oboy! Is he preparing for a war?
These weapons would be highly useful in the hands of Southern Kaduna villagers.

NoBones:
Good Morning to you all,
I greet all the genuine anti-cultism crusaders on the platform.
I greet all the so called good cultists on the platform.
I greet all the derailers

I greet OP @Saynotocultism specially, you will leave long, no harm will befall you, no weapon formed or fashioned against you shall prosper, your steps shall not slide, where ever they gather against you as long as the gathering is not of the Lord, they shall scatter in Jesus mighty Name, your going out and coming in every day shall be blessed.

And to EnthronedbyGod1, GreenArrow1 and everyone out there with good intentions for this thread and our youths out there keep doing the good work, your hands are strengthened by the Almighty God, every evil schemes or machinations against you from the pit of hell(cultists) will not come to pass, the Lord has given his Angels charge over, no harm will beffall you or your loved ones in Jesus Mighty Name..........Amen

I love you All

Amen. Thank you.

monerozi5590:
Thanks sir. I have searched and read it. Kai!. cultism is truly evil

You are welcome.

I stopped reading at "agents of Satan."

monerozi5590:
Would like to know the gist about Kiniki. The BSU guy that was killed.

Already discussed on the thread. Search Kiniki or K4. You'll find it.

I totally agree! He should. If not for good producers and beats ehn!

Wizzy has talent no doubt. I just think he might be too busy to have the time to write new material. He should employ the services of songwriters joor.

ICEBOUND:
About your Tattoo, nothing do you. The Map of Africa can mean anything to anybody. It's not an obvious symbol to a particular cult or something than can be pinned on you and call you a cultist. Though Nigerian Police can be very funny, but stand your ground say you no be cultist if they want to harass you.

Definitely not true in Viking dominated areas in any part of the country. He'll have mature problems. Probably Eiye, Maph and KK areas too.
In places like Makurdi, even axemen would give him a little trouble for that.

If people are hit for wearing that popular Aba -made Africa necklace with Africa logo over there, how much more a tattoo? Best to keep it covered when he can.