Crackko Exclusive Interview

The first rule of cults? You never realize you’ve joined one until it’s too late. One minute, you’re shaking hands. The next, you’re taking blood oaths. This is Kola’s story.


Crackko: Let’s start with the obvious—how does someone accidentally join a cult?

Kola: My brother, I wish I had an answer. One minute, I was just a broke 200-level student trying to make connections; the next, I was in a dimly lit room, surrounded by guys chanting incantations and pouring gin on the ground. They sold me dreams—first-class flights, soft life. No one said blood rituals were part of the deal.

Crackko: Hold up. Go back. How did it begin?

Kola: So, on campus, there’s this guy—let’s call him Tunde. He always had cash, dressed well, and walked like he owned the school. One day, he tells me about an “inner circle” that helps guys level up. No more trekking to class, no more borrowing money for food, and guaranteed protection. In my head, I was thinking soft life.

We had “meetings” at a local bar, just chilling, drinking, talking about “brotherhood.” No one mentioned the word cult—just things like “loyalty,” “moving as one,” and “brothers before others.”

Crackko: So when did you realize you weren’t just in a networking club?

Kola: The day they told me I had to prove my loyalty. They took me to a secluded area, blindfolded me, and told me I’d be taking an oath. That was when I knew—this was not normal.

First, they cut my palm and poured gin on it. I winced, but before I could react, they handed me something small and rough. “Eat,” they said. My mind scattered. Eat what? It felt like meat, but in that moment, anything was possible. I chewed slowly, trying not to gag.

Then came the chanting. The pledges. When they removed the blindfold, I saw other guys nodding at me like, Welcome, brother. That was when I knew—this was Eiye. Not a club, not a “brotherhood”—a full-blown cult.

Crackko: At this point, were you planning your escape?

Kola: Escape? I was planning survival. The first rule of cult life is once you enter, you no fit commot. I moved like an NPC—no sudden movements, no eye contact, no wahala.

They started teaching me their “code”—how to greet members, signals, and how to “handle business.” The tension was real. If I fumbled a handshake or hesitated when asked to complete a task, I could end up in serious trouble.

One night, they told me we had a “mission.” We met at an abandoned hostel, all wearing black. I was given a small dagger and told, “Tonight, we move.” My heart almost jumped out of my chest. That was when I knew—if I stayed any longer, I’d either end up in prison or in a ditch.

Crackko: So how did you get out?

Kola: I faked madness. No joke. I started acting like I was hearing voices, talking to myself, and refusing to eat. One day, I walked into a meeting in broad daylight and started shouting, “I see spirits! They’re calling me!” The leaders looked at me like I had lost it.

In cults, people who are mentally unstable are considered liabilities. Nobody wants someone who could accidentally confess or act unpredictably. Within weeks, I was “advised” to take a break. I took that break and RAN.

But here’s the crazy part—just when I thought I was free, one of them texted me. “You can’t run forever, brother.” My hands started shaking. I deleted my social media, blocked every contact, and moved like a ghost. Till today, if I see anyone from that time, I cross the road like I’m avoiding my village people.

Crackko: What’s your advice for anyone in a similar situation?

Kola: Bro, if you hear “brotherhood” and “loyalty” without clear job descriptions—run. If the group has secret handshakes—run faster. And if they start talking about “blood bonding”—just pack your bags and enter bus straight to your village.


📢 Over to You!

Have you ever had a close call with a shady group? Or almost joined something only to realize it was madness? Drop your stories in the comments! Let’s laugh and learn together. And if you enjoyed this, share it with your friends—before they accidentally join something too. 👀🔥👀🔥


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