By: Fatai Kasali
Cultism in Nigeria has no doubt taken a new trend as it has relocated from tertiary institutions campuses, where hitherto holds sway to the street in various communities. It is one word that has been entrenched in the psyche of people in this part of the world because of hazardous experience people have had either directly or indirectly. One person who had such direct experience with cultist is a promising and enterprising young man, Ifelaja Omotolani.
Here’s my predicament:
“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 whose name is Lara Ifelaja. I was born into a polygamous family with my father having numerous children.
“The beginning of my hardship emerged after the demise of my father. Life became so miserable for me, my mother and sister. when the hardship was to o much, we relocated. We stayed in a place called Agbara, an Ogun state suburb. The living condition in that place was horrible as we occupied a very small unsafe cubicle room. The house itself had many entrances where we could easily be attacked from. No good water supply in the community, the only source of water was scooped at a pool attached to a factory in the area. Due to this bad water, people died of cholera. What a hell of a place!
“However, my problems escalated when my mum decided to remarry. We moved in with her but, the place was a second hell. Our stepfather was evil, he flogged us mercilessly at any slightest provocations. Most times we were deprived of food. Due to all these, my sister eloped and never returned. I kept praying for an escape route until one day God answered my prayer.
“I met Mr Abayomi, an aluminum window installer who promised to take me to a place between Ibadan and Benin now Edo state, It was there I learnt how to install aluminum window. For couple of two years, I was an apprentice but , someday, something happened and, it changed my entire life.
” For 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 I was to be initiated, and while still at home, Abayomi laced my tea with sleeping pills. I woke up to a quiet place while on blind fold, they removed the cloth while following order. I was stripped and I received a heavy blow on my head. I screamed in the very loudest way I can but, no one came to my rescue. They took turns to jump on me and gave me matchete cut on all the parts of my body. Thereafter, the ten men gang began to rape me. My anus bled, but I was told that it was part of initiation ceremony
Unknowningly to me, that was the beginning of my journey into homosexualism.
“After my initiation I was given a name “Ibaka”. Till date I don’t know the meaning of that name. Each person was given a partner and my partner’s name was “AKA”. We were given assignments but my misunderstanding with the group started when I refused to kill a rival member so I renounced the group.
“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 a thick forest. There ten members raped me, I was in the pool of my blood. I was matcheted as the cut still remains on my body till date.
The group also shot me from a far range but, luckily, the bullet only pierced my skin.
“I was turned to sex slave and almost five men made love to me everyday. My anus ache and I began to stool blood .
” How I finally managed to escape from that place was through the help of a man who rescued me groaning in pain along the road side.
“This is how I suffered in the hands of cultists cum Gay. I began to look for safety. They are ready to take my life at all cost because my life is no longer secured.
Story compiled by: Fatty
Neighborhood Magazine
June 23,2003
