FLASHBACK: An account of an OAU boy who was attacked by cultists

         Cultisim in OAU could be described as a thing of the past as far as OAU students are concerned, however, during a chit-chat with an alumnus, the details of an attempted cult attack on Mr Victor, an alumnus of the institution was disclosed. Mr Victor asked our Versity411 correspondent to publish his account. Whether his story is true or not remains to be seen.


"My name is Victor, 21yrs old and a 300L student of OAU studying Communication Art, the story you are about to read is about how I was attacked by cultist... It happened on 20th October, 2004, so on that fateful day, I took my bath, had my breakfast and dressed like a

"nigga" , a dress code I always admired , I didn't know what came over me as I just over did it , I wore chains all over myself, I wore a cap and turned the face to the back.....I pulled the jeans down to the level of my yan*sh , a style we guys called sagging.... I wanted to show off that day, I looked at myself in the mirror and I liked the way I looked, plus I wasn't bothered about the level of rogueness the costume made me look like, afterall , they knew me for always doing stupid and funny things. I checked the time, it was 7.15am and we were to start our first lecture by 8.00am. So I stepped out of the house, walk down to the main road, boarded a taxi , plugged in my ear piece as the taxi was rolling to the school and I was actually playing some cool music - actually some hot rap. Finally the driver hit the breaks slowing down the taxi as we approached the school main gate, I told the driver to drop me as I planned to take a shortcut to my department....I paid the driver and walked into the school swaggaCIOUSLY , a kind of do some pally, at this point in time, I think I was looking very rogue with the combination of my costume and walking style.....As I was approaching our department , I noticed a group of bad boys, and immediately one of them pointed at me and it was like he said "THAT'S IS HIM" and immediately, all of them started pursuing me, what did I do wrong ? I asked myself, i am not a cultist either! That would have made me think that perhaps, one of our members have indicted me, that would make them go after me.......... I WAS STANDING IN AWE
WONDERING WHAT WAS WRONG.

            I also noticed that they were equipped with weapons, one of them brought out his dagger while pursuing me , the other a machete and I didn't wait anymore to look; as I took to my hills even though I hadn't known my sin.......On a normal occasion, I would have stood to explain but the way they came after me showed they wanted me dead , maybe I was dressing like their rival cult member sef....They were actually strong men and they ran after me like KNIGHTS OF CAMELOT, they were closing the space between me and them at a very fast pace. My heart was beating fast and energy was no longer enough to carry my lazy legs, Even with the kind of weakness I felt , my enemies were still running after me as if they had some sort of energy replenishing mechanism, maybe they were under the influence of steroids.... I THOUGHT. 

            After 5 minutes of running, I turned back and I realised I was getting away, I had doubled the gap between us which give me the encouragement that I could outrun them. Just then, the dagger they were holding shone through the early morning sun light directly into my eyes and oh, I fell with a great thud to the ground..... Within 9seconds, one of them was with me and they didn't even allow him to land a step before he got a command from their boss, "PIERCE HIM, WE DON'T HAVE SO MUCH TIME" , he lifted up the dagger and tried to stab me which I dodged, the dagger apparently pierced the ground ,i was terrified.  Immediately the other cultist ran to the position I was laying, i had no doubt that they came with full intent to kill, I could see one of the cult guys raise his machete up so as to cut me, then something funny happened as the one that pointed at me telling the others to pursue me in the first place; pushed the other cultist with the machete to the ground and shouted.... "THIS IS NOT HIM, I HAVE MISTAKEN HIM TO BE RALPH......"

Dressing like a rogue nearly killed me, and since that day I never tried such arrant nonesense.

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