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Newsmills:
How far is nekede from IMSU,no case submission,please

Major7:
No parents should be made to bury their children,it's a taboo

kiddaz:
Lol I swear the guy no just get sense. What happened to relocating up north like Kaduna or somewhere else to start all over again? But in all honesty I don't pity anyone with blood on their hands. The guy has probably killed or Identified someone for hit squad like they said, so the blood is on his hands and head too. All my life I never did that, despite what people used to think I no get blood on my hands one day. I can fight you even bloody you but whenever I am asked what next should we do I just tell men to die the matter. Some hated me for that while some saw reason but me I was looking at the long shot, after school, my future.

One particular day in 2004 when the war just started with the ops.. I had no idea yet, 300 level me. My own envious men wrongfully pointed out my younger bro to be an ops even when he was at our party but I was still preparing myself to move not knowing danger was just looming and my younger brother was at the mercy of some people. It was when I got there some of the excos quickly stop me at the entrance to tell me what went down and how the host quickly identified him as my kid bro. Omor the rage i felt, maybe na that day blood for stain my hands. I saw my bro's face, one bloodied eye, I asked him who did it and he pointed someone I no even care who be Number 1 sef because he deserved the disrespect cos he knows everything and everyone in my family but decided to allow it happen. I used slaps begin bathe the guy ears only for him to shout that he knew nothing about it and some people quickly came and started begging me and my younger bro who was already pissed. They asked him to stay and enjoy the party but it was a useless plea. I took him away and handed him over to some of my Alora friend's whose party was just a few blocks away and they were friends with him too.

That night the devil was just tempting me in different ways sha. I went back home got a tool and came back out to our own groove with red eyes. They hid the ID of the person who pointed him out but no shaking I knew I would still find out. One of my jambite smally called me that she was lonely that night and she knew there were parties everywhere but she wanted to be where i would be I describe location, smally enter aging she came with two small boys. One look at them I knew something was off because when they saw the display of weapons, logos, berets and codes they couldn't hide their fears I had to take them aside and grilled them until they confessed to be ops and my smally knew this but still brought them knowing who I was. Girls are evil! I asked her and she didn't deny but blamed them that she told them but they still followed her. I had to take them through an unknown path, call my personal okada man to take them back to their hostels. Lol these small boys who just entered school just wanted to die for nothing. Na so them they thank me and almost crying. Pre degree boys for that matter!

I just went back to my smally to waste time and was preparing to take her home when announcement came for rolling since the war had started. I glanced at the number1 he couldn't even look my eyes, I registered that, I decided to roll that midnight. Discharged my smally back to my crib off campus not far from the party venue.

3rd temptation. Rolling. We were moving that night combing the town street by street in different squads. as we entered one street there was announcement again. "who knows any ops here should speak up now", I knew about 2 who were my drinking and smoking buddies. I rather kpai than point anyone even though I was just enraged at the initial incident. We passed. Nobody said anything else so in my mind I was like thank God but my joy was short lived.

4th temptation. Devil na bastrd. Two young boys, clearly drunk and they were only on singlet and hung their shirts over their shoulders walking on the lonely road at about past 3 am while the world was sleeping and men were combing the streets with tools and anger, thirsty for blood. These two young boys decided to play with their lives. They were immediately rounded up but one thing about my sect is there must be real confirmation of Identity before the hit is confirmed. God made me see. One of the boys quickly turned off his 3310 Nokia and let it slip into the grass beneath him I saw the lights go off but kept quiet. They were beaten like thieves, face smashed with the back of guns head busted and bloodied but no evidence, one of them done quickly urinate on himself and was begging for his life. The beating was too much, everything was used yet the kids remained strong and denied knowing anything. They were even searched for evidence. All the while I was just thinking what sort of life is this? I have younger ones in school here what if they waka wrong waka one day like this?

They were eventually left to run for their lives but as we were about leaving I told the #3 man who led the squad to search the floor and he did and found the phone. We never comot when them done dey price phone for him hand lol. it was getting close to morning already and my joy was that we didn't kill anyone but reports came in from other squads who did, especially one guy whom I know to be a fckn bookworm a bio-chem student, those nerdy types with big medicated glasses and handful of books during the day but something you don't want to cross during the night hours.

We located camp and the phone was opened finally and the evidence was there as the welcome note. I breathed a sigh of heavenly relief. I had saved some more lives again by stfu.

The rebound: The casualties recorded by the ops was very high and so, they came in full force the next morning. I had exams. I needed to write them, so I quickly went home and got ready for school. we moved in pairs with tools for safety. As we arrived school gate, them no born security to check. we moved inside in pairs. I never waka too much when I hear my name. Wow someone I passed his house last night but refused to mention. He was with about 4 other guys they were in pairs too hanging around campus knowing we must come for exams. I nodded at him and he smiled knowingly. I knew he had sold me out already. one of my guy asked if I can see the state of the campus this morning and if I knew who that guy was I affirmed, we move. He was an engineering student so he diverted and told me to watch, I wished him safety too and headed to social sciences.

I was in class while making control. I have some very rugged jew friends. I knew better than to use my men cos that one go cast. My trusted jews stationed. They were my eyes and ears, telling me the positions of those waiting for me. It's graduation period and those days we celebrate it flying our colors and displaying from the campus to town and ended it in partying all night long. My Alora friend was graduating. I had my daughters come get me through the back of the auditorium. They were very many as they came with their friends while I knew eyes would be on me I took of my shirt, gave my smally, collected a scarf and wrapped my head i blended in with the girls and found my way to the middle of my Buccaneers friends. They understood the mission. Gyrating their way through the campus I was quickly placed in one of the cars. Na so I take leave campus safely.

I knew it wasn't safe no more so... I gats move but on getting home while chilling in my safe zone and planning my exit news came of a friend who was not so lucky. He was shot down while he was leaving his girlfriends house, In fact she was escorting him off when they rolled on him and emptied bullets on his body. Like how can you be that careless in times of war? I cried cos he was a good guy. I knew it was time to leave so I called my ears and eyes on the street to get a bus ready for me. I didn't even get home from where I was seated cos I knew they were watching. Another smally got my emergency small bag. While another navigated with me through a hidden bush path to where I would bust out and enter the bus straight to Benin. I got there and waited for the call that the bus is outside cos he boarded the bus to keep my space and when he got to the spot he would alight while I entered. That was how I was able to leave that town. And carry over baptized me that I couldn't contain on time which eventually led to a spill-over.

Funny enough who try set me up still died eventually but not that war. And I later got the ID of the monkey who pointed out my brother, this is someone even under my protection in Benin. One small rat. He never returned to school again and graduated himself early to avoid my wrath because I made it public what I would do to him. Last I heard his family took him abroad and he has never returned ever since.

As for this guy in the story he would have been better off in his original school than somewhere that close with his records while pretending he would never be spotted. That was a wrong move. He killed himself.

AngelicBeing:
Reading this your story send cold shivers round my body, what exactly is the gain of cultism ?

Agreed that I only had my secondary education in Nigeria before l moved abroad for further studies, even while I was in the secondary school, the issue of cult or cultism was not rampart in tertiary institutions, so what is the overall gain of been a HARD MAN or cult boy in the University

Dghold:
I know the Dominic, cause I went to needed and i know him,, well,, he's alive and doing well, infact so well that he built a house in Abuja, married and with 3 kids, he's also a landlord jn Abuja collecting rent. So my bro. This your curse, you gats check am well o 😆

StoryHaven:
THIS IS A LONG STORY, MANAGE THE TYPOS LIKE THAT. I NO FIT EDIT

I was an HND student of Ibadan Polytechnic. I got a new roommate when my roommate dropped out of school.
I was quiet and easy going. A Christian from a Christian home.
My roommate was our Landlord's son. My Parents never moved to our own house then, it was under construction.
When ever I walked with this guy in the campus, the faces that called him were the hard ones. Most times they billed him. His father was a known millionaire in Ibadan and we live in one of his estates. But the man had several wives and several children and wouldn't take good care of them. Jide continued to fund the boys, many times borrowing money from me.

One day, I went to class. I returned to the boys quarters where we stayed in the campus and Fagg called me as I passed in front of his room.
"Omo, e be like say your roommate don run mad o"
I said, how?
He just ran into the compound now, looking wild. He struggled with the key and I was the one who went to help him open the door. He couldn't locate the keyhole. He ran inside and behind your water bucket, there's a black soap he took and ran out shaking and mumbling into the bathroom. He is calm now but be careful with him o"
I said, OK.
I entered room, I met Jide looking like a zombie on the bed. He didn't look at me, he didn't shake, he was looking at a spot, eyes unwavering.
"Jide, how are you?" I went to drop my books on my side of the room.
Jide said nothing, not moving same position. I pretended to be searching for something behind the water bucket, and there I found the black soap. I waited a little in the room and left for gay's room, three rooms away from mine. I did not drink of the water in the bucket till I fetched a new one.

Long story short.
I came back from class another day when the ladies in the next room called me. Jide was not around.

"Josh, so you belong"
I said, belong where.
"Cult na" they replied
I looked at them and said are you girls crazy? Me cultist. I wanted to leave their room angrily. And they called me back.

Sorry Josh, but do you know that Jide is a cultist.

Which Jide, I questioned.

Your roommate now.

I said, NO. Jide can't be a cultist. If he is, when does he go to meetings. He's always here.

The girls said go to the School Notice Board.
The lists of the cultist has just been pasted by the school authorities and they've all been rusticated.
I opened my mouth in shock and couldn't close it.

What!

My roommate a cultist?

Jide never returned to school from that day. He had packed his things before I even arrived.

FACTS.
Jide never wanted to be in cult again, but his membership had been forcefully transfered from his OND Abeokuta school to Ibadan where he was doing HND.
Once a member, always a member.

During his active days as a cult member, when they were looking for JUJU power, he had summoned the wrong demons and they visit him once in a while. It is the black soap he uses to wade them off.

After severals, me now married, the last time I went to the part of area of Ibadan where their Estate is, a popular estate in Ibadan with the bust stop named after his father, Jide has ran mad but lives at home. He was infront of the Estate Gate but he still recognised me. I called him and he responded well in his dirty clothes. I chatted with him for some time. Sharing memories, and gave him some money.

To my surprise, he reminded me of a birthday party we both attended in the campus at the girls hostel, where I mistakingly grabbed a lady's breasts. I had wanted to step out of the room and a lady was coming in, the curtain inbetween us.
I wanted to pack the curtain to a side, but it was the breasts of the lady I packed Quickly I said sorry. She looked at me, smiled and said don't worry.
How Jide remembered this in his current state of mind was a mystery.

CULT HAS DEADLY CONSEQUENCES. YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO JOIN, EVEN WHEN THREATENED.

GET SAVED. JESUS CARES

EDITED:
TO SEUN

Seun, Its lije youve just set bots to be correcting people's spellings. No one needs them.
You have performed woefully.
It keeps changing my Neighbor, gay starting with F to Gay. And I had to correct it three times before adding another "g" making it Fagg to not change it to Gay. Na you get your platform you can spoil it if you want.

You really dont know what you are doing at all.

You are killing the vibe of your platform gradually with all manner of useless bots.
My one cent.

Yampotatocarrot:
EVEN TILL NOW, IMSU AND NEKEDE are an embarrassment to higher institutions when it comes to cultism... FUTO is gradually joining them

Was at Yabatech yesterday and discovered cultism is gradually eating into the fabrics of that prestigious institution... Seems the Mushin and Bariga nonsense is coming into the school

Management better work on it before the school becomes another LASU

As modern as Lagos is, it still baffles me how the government has done nothing to stop the menace of cultism in LASU

kpankpangolo:
Lie no go kill una for this forum.

When cult boys run, they change state. A cult member from IMSU won’t relocate to FUTO. Opps will be crawling everywhere in the new location. What they normally do is run all the way to the north or any totally different region. My major problem is they always bring their dumb cult ways with them. They never change their walk, their belief of invincibility or constant noise making. If that story was true, the guy was identified from his walk. His ways were likely observed until they knew he was the right target.

A friend of mine once said he visited a private university. What caught his attention the most was he saw cult boys littered everywhere. How did he know? Their walk.

kiddaz:
Baba no gain but early death and misery. We did things out of ignorance but then, I still tell kids who care to listen to run away from it. But they still don't learn

BeeBeeOoh:
One guy from my side nicknamed 'Daddy Showkey' ran from Nasarawa polytechnic because of kush matter enter Mandela abode, men still track am reach there, mud am for Mandela country.

On how U rugged or possess reach, even if you're ibile tested, MY tested or Selena tested if men circle you na that time you go know sey there are a thousand and one ways to kill a rat

kiddaz:
Lol I swear the guy no just get sense. What happened to relocating up north like Kaduna or somewhere else to start all over again? But in all honesty I don't pity anyone with blood on their hands. The guy has probably killed or Identified someone for hit squad like they said, so the blood is on his hands and head too. All my life I never did that, despite what people used to think I no get blood on my hands one day. I can fight you even bloody you but whenever I am asked what next should we do I just tell men to die the matter. Some hated me for that while some saw reason but me I was looking at the long shot, after school, my future.

One particular day in 2004 when the war just started with the ops.. I had no idea yet, 300 level me. My own envious men wrongfully pointed out my younger bro to be an ops even when he was at our party but I was still preparing myself to move not knowing danger was just looming and my younger brother was at the mercy of some people. It was when I got there some of the excos quickly stop me at the entrance to tell me what went down and how the host quickly identified him as my kid bro. Omor the rage i felt, maybe na that day blood for stain my hands. I saw my bro's face, one bloodied eye, I asked him who did it and he pointed someone I no even care who be Number 1 sef because he deserved the disrespect cos he knows everything and everyone in my family but decided to allow it happen. I used slaps begin bathe the guy ears only for him to shout that he knew nothing about it and some people quickly came and started begging me and my younger bro who was already pissed. They asked him to stay and enjoy the party but it was a useless plea. I took him away and handed him over to some of my Alora friend's whose party was just a few blocks away and they were friends with him too.

That night the devil was just tempting me in different ways sha. I went back home got a tool and came back out to our own groove with red eyes. They hid the ID of the person who pointed him out but no shaking I knew I would still find out. One of my jambite smally called me that she was lonely that night and she knew there were parties everywhere but she wanted to be where i would be I describe location, smally enter aging she came with two small boys. One look at them I knew something was off because when they saw the display of weapons, logos, berets and codes they couldn't hide their fears I had to take them aside and grilled them until they confessed to be ops and my smally knew this but still brought them knowing who I was. Girls are evil! I asked her and she didn't deny but blamed them that she told them but they still followed her. I had to take them through an unknown path, call my personal okada man to take them back to their hostels. Lol these small boys who just entered school just wanted to die for nothing. Na so them they thank me and almost crying. Pre degree boys for that matter!

I just went back to my smally to waste time and was preparing to take her home when announcement came for rolling since the war had started. I glanced at the number1 he couldn't even look my eyes, I registered that, I decided to roll that midnight. Discharged my smally back to my crib off campus not far from the party venue.

3rd temptation. Rolling. We were moving that night combing the town street by street in different squads. as we entered one street there was announcement again. "who knows any ops here should speak up now", I knew about 2 who were my drinking and smoking buddies. I rather kpai than point anyone even though I was just enraged at the initial incident. We passed. Nobody said anything else so in my mind I was like thank God but my joy was short lived.

4th temptation. Devil na bastrd. Two young boys, clearly drunk and they were only on singlet and hung their shirts over their shoulders walking on the lonely road at about past 3 am while the world was sleeping and men were combing the streets with tools and anger, thirsty for blood. These two young boys decided to play with their lives. They were immediately rounded up but one thing about my sect is there must be real confirmation of Identity before the hit is confirmed. God made me see. One of the boys quickly turned off his 3310 Nokia and let it slip into the grass beneath him I saw the lights go off but kept quiet. They were beaten like thieves, face smashed with the back of guns head busted and bloodied but no evidence, one of them done quickly urinate on himself and was begging for his life. The beating was too much, everything was used yet the kids remained strong and denied knowing anything. They were even searched for evidence. All the while I was just thinking what sort of life is this? I have younger ones in school here what if they waka wrong waka one day like this?

They were eventually left to run for their lives but as we were about leaving I told the #3 man who led the squad to search the floor and he did and found the phone. We never comot when them done dey price phone for him hand lol. it was getting close to morning already and my joy was that we didn't kill anyone but reports came in from other squads who did, especially one guy whom I know to be a fckn bookworm a bio-chem student, those nerdy types with big medicated glasses and handful of books during the day but something you don't want to cross during the night hours.

We located camp and the phone was opened finally and the evidence was there as the welcome note. I breathed a sigh of heavenly relief. I had saved some more lives again by stfu.

The rebound: The casualties recorded by the ops was very high and so, they came in full force the next morning. I had exams. I needed to write them, so I quickly went home and got ready for school. we moved in pairs with tools for safety. As we arrived school gate, them no born security to check. we moved inside in pairs. I never waka too much when I hear my name. Wow someone I passed his house last night but refused to mention. He was with about 4 other guys they were in pairs too hanging around campus knowing we must come for exams. I nodded at him and he smiled knowingly. I knew he had sold me out already. one of my guy asked if I can see the state of the campus this morning and if I knew who that guy was I affirmed, we move. He was an engineering student so he diverted and told me to watch, I wished him safety too and headed to social sciences.

I was in class while making control. I have some very rugged jew friends. I knew better than to use my men cos that one go cast. My trusted jews stationed. They were my eyes and ears, telling me the positions of those waiting for me. It's graduation period and those days we celebrate it flying our colors and displaying from the campus to town and ended it in partying all night long. My Alora friend was graduating. I had my daughters come get me through the back of the auditorium. They were very many as they came with their friends while I knew eyes would be on me I took of my shirt, gave my smally, collected a scarf and wrapped my head i blended in with the girls and found my way to the middle of my Buccaneers friends. They understood the mission. Gyrating their way through the campus I was quickly placed in one of the cars. Na so I take leave campus safely.

I knew it wasn't safe no more so... I gats move but on getting home while chilling in my safe zone and planning my exit news came of a friend who was not so lucky. He was shot down while he was leaving his girlfriends house, In fact she was escorting him off when they rolled on him and emptied bullets on his body. Like how can you be that careless in times of war? I cried cos he was a good guy. I knew it was time to leave so I called my ears and eyes on the street to get a bus ready for me. I didn't even get home from where I was seated cos I knew they were watching. Another smally got my emergency small bag. While another navigated with me through a hidden bush path to where I would bust out and enter the bus straight to Benin. I got there and waited for the call that the bus is outside cos he boarded the bus to keep my space and when he got to the spot he would alight while I entered. That was how I was able to leave that town. And carry over baptized me that I couldn't contain on time which eventually led to a spill-over.

Funny enough who try set me up still died eventually but not that war. And I later got the ID of the monkey who pointed out my brother, this is someone even under my protection in Benin. One small rat. He never returned to school again and graduated himself early to avoid my wrath because I made it public what I would do to him. Last I heard his family took him abroad and he has never returned ever since.

As for this guy in the story he would have been better off in his original school than somewhere that close with his records while pretending he would never be spotted. That was a wrong move. He killed himself.

Eba50:
its like running from eyes come enter nose, same state, different schools. e for leave east entirely, come delta or edo state, school for any of the federal or state institutions, nobody for know him

Eba50:
its like running from eyes come enter nose, same state, different schools. e for leave east entirely, come delta or edo state, school for any of the federal or state institutions, nobody for know him

xxgig:
exactly my thoughts, what happened too moving to Kaura namoda polytechnic.
Anyways he was caught in the same war he once help fought.

kiddaz:
Lol I swear the guy no just get sense. What happened to relocating up north like Kaduna or somewhere else to start all over again? But in all honesty I don't pity anyone with blood on their hands. The guy has probably killed or Identified someone for hit squad like they said, so the blood is on his hands and head too. All my life I never did that, despite what people used to think I no get blood on my hands one day. I can fight you even bloody you but whenever I am asked what next should we do I just tell men to die the matter. Some hated me for that while some saw reason but me I was looking at the long shot, after school, my future.

One particular day in 2004 when the war just started with the ops.. I had no idea yet, 300 level me. My own envious men wrongfully pointed out my younger bro to be an ops even when he was at our party but I was still preparing myself to move not knowing danger was just looming and my younger brother was at the mercy of some people. It was when I got there some of the excos quickly stop me at the entrance to tell me what went down and how the host quickly identified him as my kid bro. Omor the rage i felt, maybe na that day blood for stain my hands. I saw my bro's face, one bloodied eye, I asked him who did it and he pointed someone I no even care who be Number 1 sef because he deserved the disrespect cos he knows everything and everyone in my family but decided to allow it happen. I used slaps begin bathe the guy ears only for him to shout that he knew nothing about it and some people quickly came and started begging me and my younger bro who was already pissed. They asked him to stay and enjoy the party but it was a useless plea. I took him away and handed him over to some of my Alora friend's whose party was just a few blocks away and they were friends with him too.

That night the devil was just tempting me in different ways sha. I went back home got a tool and came back out to our own groove with red eyes. They hid the ID of the person who pointed him out but no shaking I knew I would still find out. One of my jambite smally called me that she was lonely that night and she knew there were parties everywhere but she wanted to be where i would be I describe location, smally enter aging she came with two small boys. One look at them I knew something was off because when they saw the display of weapons, logos, berets and codes they couldn't hide their fears I had to take them aside and grilled them until they confessed to be ops and my smally knew this but still brought them knowing who I was. Girls are evil! I asked her and she didn't deny but blamed them that she told them but they still followed her. I had to take them through an unknown path, call my personal okada man to take them back to their hostels. Lol these small boys who just entered school just wanted to die for nothing. Na so them they thank me and almost crying. Pre degree boys for that matter!

I just went back to my smally to waste time and was preparing to take her home when announcement came for rolling since the war had started. I glanced at the number1 he couldn't even look my eyes, I registered that, I decided to roll that midnight. Discharged my smally back to my crib off campus not far from the party venue.

3rd temptation. Rolling. We were moving that night combing the town street by street in different squads. as we entered one street there was announcement again. "who knows any ops here should speak up now", I knew about 2 who were my drinking and smoking buddies. I rather kpai than point anyone even though I was just enraged at the initial incident. We passed. Nobody said anything else so in my mind I was like thank God but my joy was short lived.

4th temptation. Devil na bastrd. Two young boys, clearly drunk and they were only on singlet and hung their shirts over their shoulders walking on the lonely road at about past 3 am while the world was sleeping and men were combing the streets with tools and anger, thirsty for blood. These two young boys decided to play with their lives. They were immediately rounded up but one thing about my sect is there must be real confirmation of Identity before the hit is confirmed. God made me see. One of the boys quickly turned off his 3310 Nokia and let it slip into the grass beneath him I saw the lights go off but kept quiet. They were beaten like thieves, face smashed with the back of guns head busted and bloodied but no evidence, one of them done quickly urinate on himself and was begging for his life. The beating was too much, everything was used yet the kids remained strong and denied knowing anything. They were even searched for evidence. All the while I was just thinking what sort of life is this? I have younger ones in school here what if they waka wrong waka one day like this?

They were eventually left to run for their lives but as we were about leaving I told the #3 man who led the squad to search the floor and he did and found the phone. We never comot when them done dey price phone for him hand lol. it was getting close to morning already and my joy was that we didn't kill anyone but reports came in from other squads who did, especially one guy whom I know to be a fckn bookworm a bio-chem student, those nerdy types with big medicated glasses and handful of books during the day but something you don't want to cross during the night hours.

We located camp and the phone was opened finally and the evidence was there as the welcome note. I breathed a sigh of heavenly relief. I had saved some more lives again by stfu.

The rebound: The casualties recorded by the ops was very high and so, they came in full force the next morning. I had exams. I needed to write them, so I quickly went home and got ready for school. we moved in pairs with tools for safety. As we arrived school gate, them no born security to check. we moved inside in pairs. I never waka too much when I hear my name. Wow someone I passed his house last night but refused to mention. He was with about 4 other guys they were in pairs too hanging around campus knowing we must come for exams. I nodded at him and he smiled knowingly. I knew he had sold me out already. one of my guy asked if I can see the state of the campus this morning and if I knew who that guy was I affirmed, we move. He was an engineering student so he diverted and told me to watch, I wished him safety too and headed to social sciences.

I was in class while making control. I have some very rugged jew friends. I knew better than to use my men cos that one go cast. My trusted jews stationed. They were my eyes and ears, telling me the positions of those waiting for me. It's graduation period and those days we celebrate it flying our colors and displaying from the campus to town and ended it in partying all night long. My Alora friend was graduating. I had my daughters come get me through the back of the auditorium. They were very many as they came with their friends while I knew eyes would be on me I took of my shirt, gave my smally, collected a scarf and wrapped my head i blended in with the girls and found my way to the middle of my Buccaneers friends. They understood the mission. Gyrating their way through the campus I was quickly placed in one of the cars. Na so I take leave campus safely.

I knew it wasn't safe no more so... I gats move but on getting home while chilling in my safe zone and planning my exit news came of a friend who was not so lucky. He was shot down while he was leaving his girlfriends house, In fact she was escorting him off when they rolled on him and emptied bullets on his body. Like how can you be that careless in times of war? I cried cos he was a good guy. I knew it was time to leave so I called my ears and eyes on the street to get a bus ready for me. I didn't even get home from where I was seated cos I knew they were watching. Another smally got my emergency small bag. While another navigated with me through a hidden bush path to where I would bust out and enter the bus straight to Benin. I got there and waited for the call that the bus is outside cos he boarded the bus to keep my space and when he got to the spot he would alight while I entered. That was how I was able to leave that town. And carry over baptized me that I couldn't contain on time which eventually led to a spill-over.

Funny enough who try set me up still died eventually but not that war. And I later got the ID of the monkey who pointed out my brother, this is someone even under my protection in Benin. One small rat. He never returned to school again and graduated himself early to avoid my wrath because I made it public what I would do to him. Last I heard his family took him abroad and he has never returned ever since.

As for this guy in the story he would have been better off in his original school than somewhere that close with his records while pretending he would never be spotted. That was a wrong move. He killed himself.

042reports:
You no hear say bandit dey lowcost and the rector can not promise security.

FSBoperator:
Northern schools still better than all these nonsense schools down south.

eagleonearth:
the way you ladies dive headlong into what you know nothing about is amazing to say the least. Instead of you to first of all do your underground research to verify the story, you just lazily started accusing op and nlders of lying. Op even posted this guy's pix for crying out loud. For your info, a lot of cultists change school within same state. It is not wise though but some escape while some go down.

eagleonearth:
My dear brother you are very right. During my campus days as far back as 2005, I witnessed a brutal killing within campus somewhere in the south east. This guy has graduated and left school probably running deals because he looked so fresh when he came for his clearance about a year after. The way he was hotly chased and killed in broad daylight was like a scene in one of chuck Norris movies. Somehow, he was chased from the canteen area to the hall where we were waiting for lecture to commence. My coursemates took off not really knowing who was chasing who. I now remembered my late dad's advice that whenever people are running Helter skelter, the best approach is to stay at one place and lie down flat. I remained where I was to even know what was causing the whole pandemonium. The next thing I saw was this fresh guy I knew very well, I never even knew he was a cultist. He was hotly chased by three guys of which I knew two to be cultists. That was when I knew I was about to watch a horror film. By the time he could run around the hall where I was so he could escape to the security post, he somehow tripped and fell. The moment he tripped, he shouted and in a split second, those three guys rounded him, dragged him by his shirt and tore it immediately, they now brought out guns, omor. I immediately ducked from my position to avoid being seen. One. Of them brought the gun to his chest and fired. I was waiting to see him bleed and die, it did not happen. That is when I realized he was cooked up in charms. They now dragged him to the back of that hall where I was and many other of the hit squad members immediately surfaced from nowhere and they literally killed the guy like an animal. They used karate to break his neck, hit his head severally against a sharp, pointed concrete till the skull cracked. They now shot him again inside the ear and it penetrated. Blood was oozing out of his ear. The hit squad hung around to confirm him dead before they left. People who were watching from sorrounding buildings now rushed to where they left his mangled carcass. People who knew the guy were dumbfounded that day including me. The scene is still fresh in my memory for more than 20yrs now. There is no single gain in cultism honestly. I also found out that if a cultist genuinely repents and gives his life to Christ, he cannot be killed by anyone no matter how they try. I saw that happen too.

Redman44:
Even if he goes to learn a trade, he would still be spotted and killed. He can't escape the consequences of his action.

eagleonearth:
My dear brother you are very right. During my campus days as far back as 2005, I witnessed a brutal killing within campus somewhere in the south east. This guy has graduated and left school probably running deals because he looked so fresh when he came for his clearance about a year after. The way he was hotly chased and killed in broad daylight was like a scene in one of chuck Norris movies. Somehow, he was chased from the canteen area to the hall where we were waiting for lecture to commence. My coursemates took off not really knowing who was chasing who. I now remembered my late dad's advice that whenever people are running Helter skelter, the best approach is to stay at one place and lie down flat. I remained where I was to even know what was causing the whole pandemonium. The next thing I saw was this fresh guy I knew very well, I never even knew he was a cultist. He was hotly chased by three guys of which I knew two to be cultists. That was when I knew I was about to watch a horror film. By the time he could run around the hall where I was so he could escape to the security post, he somehow tripped and fell. The moment he tripped, he shouted and in a split second, those three guys rounded him, dragged him by his shirt and tore it immediately, they now brought out guns, omor. I immediately ducked from my position to avoid being seen. One. Of them brought the gun to his chest and fired. I was waiting to see him bleed and die, it did not happen. That is when I realized he was cooked up in charms. They now dragged him to the back of that hall where I was and many other of the hit squad members immediately surfaced from nowhere and they literally killed the guy like an animal. They used karate to break his neck, hit his head severally against a sharp, pointed concrete till the skull cracked. They now shot him again inside the ear and it penetrated. Blood was oozing out of his ear. The hit squad hung around to confirm him dead before they left. People who were watching from sorrounding buildings now rushed to where they left his mangled carcass. People who knew the guy were dumbfounded that day including me. The scene is still fresh in my memory for more than 20yrs now. There is no single gain in cultism honestly. I also found out that if a cultist genuinely repents and gives his life to Christ, he cannot be killed by anyone no matter how they try. I saw that happen too.

kpankpangolo:
So, you unconsciously admit that I will be right if I changed gender. It’s all right. Una no fit talk when man type. When female type, steam go dey comot una ears.

BeeBeeOoh:
Kush matter no be child's. Back then Federal in Polytechnic Oko, a guy was tracked from a neighbouring state down to where he was eating one Friday like that at one popular eatery like that in Oko, we were all busy eating when I saw some guys entering the bukka with the way they dressed and their formation I knew something horrible is about to happen. They matched few meters to the guy sitting by the corner because he couldn't run, what we heard was 'gbooaaaaaa' and his head was messed up but, sad thing is that the girl washing plates there was so unfortunate that might. We later heard that he was among the H.I.T squad that went to run one to two stuffs in one campus like that.

Kush no be child's o

Flamengo1:
Scarry , which school was that in the south east?

AdolfHitlerxXx:
Strong man... But they all pootheir trousers when they see herdsmen

Remember when herdsmen stormed an initiation ceremony.

Can't even defend their communities. Na Norse gods, some black men dey worship.

They are not different from those worshipping Middle Eastern gods too.

kiddaz:
Lol I swear the guy no just get sense. What happened to relocating up north like Kaduna or somewhere else to start all over again? But in all honesty I don't pity anyone with blood on their hands. The guy has probably killed or Identified someone for hit squad like they said, so the blood is on his hands and head too. All my life I never did that, despite what people used to think I no get blood on my hands one day. I can fight you even bloody you but whenever I am asked what next should we do I just tell men to die the matter. Some hated me for that while some saw reason but me I was looking at the long shot, after school, my future.

One particular day in 2004 when the war just started with the ops.. I had no idea yet, 300 level me. My own envious men wrongfully pointed out my younger bro to be an ops even when he was at our party but I was still preparing myself to move not knowing danger was just looming and my younger brother was at the mercy of some people. It was when I got there some of the excos quickly stop me at the entrance to tell me what went down and how the host quickly identified him as my kid bro. Omor the rage i felt, maybe na that day blood for stain my hands. I saw my bro's face, one bloodied eye, I asked him who did it and he pointed someone I no even care who be Number 1 sef because he deserved the disrespect cos he knows everything and everyone in my family but decided to allow it happen. I used slaps begin bathe the guy ears only for him to shout that he knew nothing about it and some people quickly came and started begging me and my younger bro who was already pissed. They asked him to stay and enjoy the party but it was a useless plea. I took him away and handed him over to some of my Alora friend's whose party was just a few blocks away and they were friends with him too.

That night the devil was just tempting me in different ways sha. I went back home got a tool and came back out to our own groove with red eyes. They hid the ID of the person who pointed him out but no shaking I knew I would still find out. One of my jambite smally called me that she was lonely that night and she knew there were parties everywhere but she wanted to be where i would be I describe location, smally enter aging she came with two small boys. One look at them I knew something was off because when they saw the display of weapons, logos, berets and codes they couldn't hide their fears I had to take them aside and grilled them until they confessed to be ops and my smally knew this but still brought them knowing who I was. Girls are evil! I asked her and she didn't deny but blamed them that she told them but they still followed her. I had to take them through an unknown path, call my personal okada man to take them back to their hostels. Lol these small boys who just entered school just wanted to die for nothing. Na so them they thank me and almost crying. Pre degree boys for that matter!

I just went back to my smally to waste time and was preparing to take her home when announcement came for rolling since the war had started. I glanced at the number1 he couldn't even look my eyes, I registered that, I decided to roll that midnight. Discharged my smally back to my crib off campus not far from the party venue.

3rd temptation. Rolling. We were moving that night combing the town street by street in different squads. as we entered one street there was announcement again. "who knows any ops here should speak up now", I knew about 2 who were my drinking and smoking buddies. I rather kpai than point anyone even though I was just enraged at the initial incident. We passed. Nobody said anything else so in my mind I was like thank God but my joy was short lived.

4th temptation. Devil na bastrd. Two young boys, clearly drunk and they were only on singlet and hung their shirts over their shoulders walking on the lonely road at about past 3 am while the world was sleeping and men were combing the streets with tools and anger, thirsty for blood. These two young boys decided to play with their lives. They were immediately rounded up but one thing about my sect is there must be real confirmation of Identity before the hit is confirmed. God made me see. One of the boys quickly turned off his 3310 Nokia and let it slip into the grass beneath him I saw the lights go off but kept quiet. They were beaten like thieves, face smashed with the back of guns head busted and bloodied but no evidence, one of them done quickly urinate on himself and was begging for his life. The beating was too much, everything was used yet the kids remained strong and denied knowing anything. They were even searched for evidence. All the while I was just thinking what sort of life is this? I have younger ones in school here what if they waka wrong waka one day like this?

They were eventually left to run for their lives but as we were about leaving I told the #3 man who led the squad to search the floor and he did and found the phone. We never comot when them done dey price phone for him hand lol. it was getting close to morning already and my joy was that we didn't kill anyone but reports came in from other squads who did, especially one guy whom I know to be a fckn bookworm a bio-chem student, those nerdy types with big medicated glasses and handful of books during the day but something you don't want to cross during the night hours.

We located camp and the phone was opened finally and the evidence was there as the welcome note. I breathed a sigh of heavenly relief. I had saved some more lives again by stfu.

The rebound: The casualties recorded by the ops was very high and so, they came in full force the next morning. I had exams. I needed to write them, so I quickly went home and got ready for school. we moved in pairs with tools for safety. As we arrived school gate, them no born security to check. we moved inside in pairs. I never waka too much when I hear my name. Wow someone I passed his house last night but refused to mention. He was with about 4 other guys they were in pairs too hanging around campus knowing we must come for exams. I nodded at him and he smiled knowingly. I knew he had sold me out already. one of my guy asked if I can see the state of the campus this morning and if I knew who that guy was I affirmed, we move. He was an engineering student so he diverted and told me to watch, I wished him safety too and headed to social sciences.

I was in class while making control. I have some very rugged jew friends. I knew better than to use my men cos that one go cast. My trusted jews stationed. They were my eyes and ears, telling me the positions of those waiting for me. It's graduation period and those days we celebrate it flying our colors and displaying from the campus to town and ended it in partying all night long. My Alora friend was graduating. I had my daughters come get me through the back of the auditorium. They were very many as they came with their friends while I knew eyes would be on me I took of my shirt, gave my smally, collected a scarf and wrapped my head i blended in with the girls and found my way to the middle of my Buccaneers friends. They understood the mission. Gyrating their way through the campus I was quickly placed in one of the cars. Na so I take leave campus safely.

I knew it wasn't safe no more so... I gats move but on getting home while chilling in my safe zone and planning my exit news came of a friend who was not so lucky. He was shot down while he was leaving his girlfriends house, In fact she was escorting him off when they rolled on him and emptied bullets on his body. Like how can you be that careless in times of war? I cried cos he was a good guy. I knew it was time to leave so I called my ears and eyes on the street to get a bus ready for me. I didn't even get home from where I was seated cos I knew they were watching. Another smally got my emergency small bag. While another navigated with me through a hidden bush path to where I would bust out and enter the bus straight to Benin. I got there and waited for the call that the bus is outside cos he boarded the bus to keep my space and when he got to the spot he would alight while I entered. That was how I was able to leave that town. And carry over baptized me that I couldn't contain on time which eventually led to a spill-over.

Funny enough who try set me up still died eventually but not that war. And I later got the ID of the monkey who pointed out my brother, this is someone even under my protection in Benin. One small rat. He never returned to school again and graduated himself early to avoid my wrath because I made it public what I would do to him. Last I heard his family took him abroad and he has never returned ever since.

As for this guy in the story he would have been better off in his original school than somewhere that close with his records while pretending he would never be spotted. That was a wrong move. He killed himself.

eagleonearth:
A man cannot say what you just said. Mind you, this is a faceless forum and many stories you read here are more than real. There are threads that if I give you the link, you will spend days on them and doing nothing else in those days. When you finish those threads, fear go catch you.

eagleonearth:
imagine such waste of life who also have wasted lives. Satan's mission statement being carried out in a chain reaction. What did you say happen to the girl washing plates?

Leepeak:
So who go burie the dead