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eagleonearth:
EBSU, Abakaliki, the only school in those days where a human head was cut and kept at a popular junction for the world to view

StealeR:
Dodorima to all you glorious and strong men out there. May Korofo continue to guide you!!

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:
I know someone who also used that black soap to keep demons at bay when bloodshed became too much in his campus days. LoL, he even ran away from campus at a point. CULTISM IS NOT BOY'S SCOUT!

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.

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

kiddaz:
Make you no dey glorify these things unknowingly please, which one be the statement in bold . Before una reason am e done play far back for AAU Ekpoma, Edo State more times than i can count in my days. From hanging the head on campus gate to market square roundabout. It's been happening everywhere na the small you know you assume. Before camera phones became common, some small boys done confirm hit on a very ruthless big meat opps and did a voice recording confirmation of his screams for mercy while he was being hacked to death in front of his family and children na then i realize again say this thing na hell we put body back then.

I hate these memories and wish i can erase them from my mind forever and to think people my age are still actively practicing it neck deep till now is appalling

eagleonearth:
Me, glorify satanic works? I have never done such and will never. I am just painting a picture of the den I went through as an undergraduate. Even me typing has faced the gun pointed to my face, not as a cultist but I happened to have been attacked in midnight when the state was facing a total black out. I have not even given my life to Christ then. Happened that armed robbery was been carried out by the occult group that controlled that area. How I escaped was still a mystery to the four men that woke me up from a deep sleep with a thunderous slap and a gun pointed to my face In the morning, we discovered that a nearby neighbor was shot in his face when he resisted them. My lodge was located among the locals then. After some few days, one of those armed robbers was neutralized by the police. Dark activities point to Satan whereas Christ beckons people to the Light so they can see things the way they are.

kiddaz:
I don't know why but the bold made me laugh though even though i know the experience wasn't anything funny

Crazy part some kids don't know is becoming one is more than just a physical issue. It's a bond, an oath is taken in blood sweat and pains before a diety you know nothing about. I still thank the Almighty for my life sha. I'm not perfect but I'm sure a million times better than that kid who pledged allegiance with the negative energy that night. Not everyone got out as i did. A lot were so entangled in so many occult and mystic practices they had no idea of just to be ahead. And most of them paid dearly for it. Some are still searching for solutions in all the wrong places and compounding their situations the more by joining higher and more dubious occult organizations that gives them fake glory, wealth and fame that they think they have an edge now but some of them are already paying the ultimate price real early despite all the so called gains. As for me i embrace whatever the father of al gives me and enjoy it because I know what's more important and I know all I ever need to journey this physical dimension, I will get it in my own time without any stewwpd conditions attached

Redman44:
Amen, Bro 🙏. God will sort you out. Cheers.

eagleonearth:
Me, glorify satanic works? I have never done such and will never. I am just painting a picture of the den I went through as an undergraduate. Even me typing has faced the gun pointed to my face, not as a cultist but I happened to have been attacked in midnight when the state was facing a total black out. I have not even given my life to Christ then. Happened that armed robbery was been carried out by the occult group that controlled that area. How I escaped was still a mystery to the four men that woke me up from a deep sleep with a thunderous slap and a gun pointed to my face. In the morning, we discovered that a nearby neighbor was shot in his face when he resisted them. My lodge was located among the locals then. After some few days, one of those armed robbers was neutralized by the police. Dark activities point to Satan whereas Christ beckons people to the Light so they can see things the way they are.

henrimoto:
... Nice reading your experience. Thank God for Salvation.

Are you still based in Abakaliki or you moved out after your university Education?

flexyrule:
. It will teach you leadership, coordination, and some basic survival skills.

leochinonso:
This doesn't make sense to me at all. FedPolyNEKEDE and IMSU are in the same L.G.A in Imo State. In fact not far at all. He should have moved out of the SE to the North (Middle belt or SW would have been better)
Especially looking for a school where the group does not have affiliation or chapter.

kiddaz:
I don't know why but the bold made me laugh though even though i know the experience wasn't anything funny

Crazy part some kids don't know is becoming one is more than just a physical issue. It's a bond, an oath is taken in blood sweat and pains before a diety you know nothing about. I still thank the Almighty for my life sha. I'm not perfect but I'm sure a million times better than that kid who pledged allegiance with the negative energy that night. Not everyone got out as i did. A lot were so entangled in so many occult and mystic practices they had no idea of, just to be ahead. And most of them paid dearly for it. Some are still searching for solutions in all the wrong places and compounding their situations the more by joining higher and more dubious occult organizations that gives them fake glory, wealth and fame that they think they have an edge now, but some of them are already paying the ultimate price real early despite all the so called gains. As for me i embrace whatever the father of all gives me and enjoy it because I know what's more important and I know all I ever need to journey this physical dimension, I will get it in my own time without any stewwpd conditions attached

Makavelli001:
He Escaped Nekede, But His Past Found Him at IMSU: The Tragic Story of Sympathy

The story of Sympathy, popularly known as Chime, is a haunting reminder that in the world of campus cultism, escaping the environment does not always mean escaping the consequences of the past.

At the Federal Polytechnic Nekede, Sympathy was once a charismatic Banking and Finance student who had built a formidable reputation as a prominent member of the confraternity. But that reputation would eventually place a permanent target on his back.

Sympathy was accused of identifying a Viking member who visited Nekede and was subsequently killed by members. Whether the allegation was completely accurate or not, his name became associated with the escalating violence between the rival groups.

As clashes intensified and the pressure became unbearable, Sympathy made a desperate decision: he left Nekede and transferred to Imo State University.

At IMSU, he appeared to become a completely different person.

The swagger was gone. The public display was gone. He became quiet, friendly and deliberately kept his distance from confraternity activities. His goal was simple—finish his education and leave the dangerous world he had once embraced behind him.

For a while, it seemed to be working.

But while Sympathy was rebuilding his life, the war between and the Vikings was exploding across the IMSU campus. And in that underground world, changing your school could change your surroundings—but it could not erase your identity.

Then, one ordinary day, everything changed.

Sympathy walked into a lecture hall, unaware that someone who knew his past had spotted him.

Viking members reportedly recognized him as the former figure from Nekede. What happened next appeared to be a coordinated operation.

While Sympathy was still inside the lecture hall, a hit squad was allegedly positioned around the school’s main gate, waiting for him to emerge.

When the lecture ended, Sympathy stepped outside.

Then he saw them.

Realizing the danger, he reportedly took off running, desperately trying to reach the crowded student market opposite the school front gate.

But there was nowhere left to hide.

Additional Viking members were already waiting inside the student market. As Sympathy attempted to escape, they reportedly grabbed him and restrained him.

Seconds later, the hit squad caught up.

In broad daylight, inside a place filled with students, Sympathy was shot and killed.

He had changed his school. He had changed his lifestyle. He had tried to disappear.

But according to the story, he could not outrun the reputation he had built at Nekede.

Even today, questions remain over how he was identified. Was someone from his past deliberately waiting for him? Was he betrayed by an insider? Or was it simply a chance encounter with someone who recognized him?

Whatever the truth may be, Sympathy's story carries a brutal lesson.

In the world of cultism, leaving the group does not always mean leaving the consequences behind.

A decision made in youth can follow a person for years—and sometimes, all the way to the grave.

THE GAME NO BE CHILD'S PLAY.......
THE GAME NO BE BOBO...

SAY NO TO CULTISM.

#ConfraternitiesInNigeria
#TrueCrimeNigeria
#CampusCultism
#SympathyStory

FSBoperator:
Universities are not meant to train people on such skill sets.

Go to NDA and join the real frat men there who are licensed to kill for the state .

One NDA product is equal to 20,000 useless cultists.

As an NDA product you immediately get command of men as a Lt and you can rise to be a General of the entire Nigerian Army and retire wealthy


What's the purpose of these useless cultists?

Death, prison and a wasted life.

flexyrule:
First of all, death to all cultists!!!

But is there any domain that hosts more cultists like the military, police, and other paramilitary agencies?

I'm too old for this type of conversation please.