My Ordeal In The Hands Of Cultists And Homosexualists- By Fatai Kasali

Cultism in Nigeria has no doubt taken a new trend as it has relocated from tertiary institutions campuses, which hitherto holds sway to the street in various communities.

It is one word that has been entrenched in the psyche of people in this part of the world because of hazardous experiences people have had either directly or indirectly.

One person who had such direct experience with cultists is a promising and enterprising young man, Ifelaja Omotolani.

My name is Omotolani Ifelaja, a native of Ijebu Igbo in Ogun state Nigeria. I was born on the 30th of August 1987. My father’s name is Ifelaja Olaniyi while mum’s name is Bolanle Funke Ifelaja.

I also have an elder sister her name is Lara Ifelaja. I was born into a polygamous family with my father having numerous children.

The beginning of my hardship started after the demise of my father. Life became so miserable for my mother, sister, and I when the hardship was too much, we relocated.

We stayed in a place called Agbara an Ogun state suburb. The living condition in that place was horrible. We occupied a very small cubicle room.

My Ordeal In The Hands Of Cultists And Homosexualists- By Fatai Kasali

The house itself had so many entrances where people can enter and could be attacked easily. There was no good and accessible water in that community. People used to scoop water at a pool attached to a factory in the area.

This had claimed more lives as people died of cholera. What a hell of a place!

My problems escalated when my mum decided to remarry. We moved in with her but the place was another hell.

Our stepfather was evil, he flogged us mercilessly at any slightest provocations. At times we were deprived of food, this and many more made my sister to run away. She went away but never came back.

I was just praying for an escape route until one day God answered my prayer. I met Mr. Abayomi an aluminum window installer.

He promised to take me to a place between Ibadan and Benin now Edo state. It was there I learned how to install an aluminum window.

For two years, I was an apprentice but something later happened that changed my entire life for the worst.

All the while I have been staying with Abayomi, I didn’t know that he was a member of the deadliest cult group “NEO BLACK MOVEMENT” also known as “AXE MEN ” or “AYE” in local parlance.

In fact, he was their number two in the hierarchy. On the day of my initiation into this deadly group, I was in Benin then Abayomi laced my tea with sleeping pills.

I was brought to a quiet place and then blindfolded, the cloth was removed when a voice directed them to. I was stripped and I received a heavy blow on my head. I screamed in horror then one after the other I was jumped on, kicked, and matched.

Then the worst happened, I was raped by virtually ten men. My anus bled, but I was told that was part of the initiation ceremony but to me, that was the beginning of my journey into homosexualism.

After my initiation, I was given the name “Ibaka”.

Till date, I don’t know the meaning of that name. Each person was given a partner and my partner’s name was “AKA”.

We were given assignments but my misunderstanding with the group started when I refused to kill a rival member so I renounced. This didn’t go well with them for months they were looking for how to kill me.

One day they barged into my hideout, dragged me inside an awaiting vehicle, and took me inside thick the forest. There ten members raped me, I was in the pool of my blood. I was matched.

The cut is still on my body till date I was also shot at but luckily enough, the bullet only pierced my skin. I was made a sex slave and almost five men made love to me every day. My anus ached and I began to stool blood.

I finally managed to escape from that place with the help of a man who rescued me when he saw me along the roadside where I was groaning in pain.

This is how I had suffered in the hands of cultists cum Gay. I began to look for where my life would be safe.

They were ready to take my life at all costs because my life is no longer secure that is why I found myself where I am today.

Story compiled by Fatty for Neighborhood Magazine

BY IYABO AINA

Publisher News Rain Nigeria