What You Should Know About Cultism
He once told me that being part of his cult is not a bad thing, listing out all the perks, the protection, how i'd get anything i wanted in school; well they would get it. I mean it is a big cult with more than 600 members in a university of roughly 4000+ undergraduate. Being the man my mother raised me to, his words went in one ear, out the other and into the ears of my roommate. We were four in a self contain of a 100k: myself, my friend, the cultist and my course mate who listen to him. You get intiated after a machete has been used on your back or legs. When my course mate join, he couldn'walk around without shorts or trousers for a while. I said correct, now I live with two cultist. I was weak, I didn't join their cult, when they oppress me, steal my money I couldn't do anything. One of them once beat up a giant of a man, the man was clearly way stronger than my roommate, he could have easily slapped my roommate and he'd be in the ICU, but he couldn't. You know why? Because he knew if he so much as raised his voice on my roommate it was either he kills every cult member or he leaves the school permanently.
One of the attributes these guys portrayed, and well every other member was that if you got beef with anyone of them all you have too was to buy five hundred nails worth of weed. You could give them money and they would still oppress you, but once you smoke a blunt with them, you become a ride or die partner. Since I did not know where nor did I ever want to know how to smoke, tie and razzle dazzle weed, I kept being oppressed in an apartment I paid for.
Sure they lived the school to the fullest. They smoke weed in the morning, drink beer with the cute girls at the bar in the afternoon and in the evening smoke more weed and going out in the night and terrorize people. Each one of them needed spiritual protection, fortification in forms of charms. My roommates charms would stop working if they saw dirty bra or bath with soap used by a girl. Most of them would always break with menstrual blood flow of women. And surprisingly some girls capitalized on that; I would often hear them say they need to pay for the blood for their machete.
Four times have I seen them wounded. They needed money to pay for cult dues, to pay for charms, firearms and if they cannot speak the codes laguange of the cult they lose they belongings on them at the spot, they called it 'duff' and if the 'duffer' dislikes them, it would turn to a drilling.
Now I didn't join cultism, nor did I engage in any cult related activity even as I shared a room for that year with them. And as that semester drew to an end we got to see where our different paths will eventually take us. The expected truth. I was a second class upper man and my nice roommates over at yonder where having g.p's of 1.54 and 0.54 with the latest being my course mate. The former stayed in school for about another session only to be rusticated for rapping his ex and beating her current boyfriend. Turned out the boyfriend had the soldiers backing. If anything else can stop your 'jazz' it has to be the slap of an officer.
This is just a tip of the ice burg of an experience one would never ask another to have.
Cultism does not pay, never did and certainly never will.