Edge Of A knife

Episode 10

??Today Today
Tomorrow no
More if I die
Today I will Die
No More… ??

Members of the creed, sang wholeheartedly in joyous gyration, as they dance around us, in a thick dark forest at a site, off campus. They all stood gallantly, with their Black and black clothes, and red coloured berets and scarves I and Nelson knelt down close to a high flaming fire, I was dead scared, the same expression was visible on Nelson’s face, I could tell he was dead scared, and he was regretting his decision. But there was no turning back, we made a resolution, and we must stand by it.

Samba: All Hail The Creed!!!!

All Members: -Blood For Justice!!!

Samba: All Hail The Creed!!!

All Members: -Blood For Justice!!!

They all chanted and hail, gyrating their bodies in every form that displays violence, raising up their guns and cutlass.

Samba spoke up, he was the Number 2 after D’baba, and he is the one conducting the initiation exercise.

Samba: Brothers, on this great night, and on this initiation gang, we are admitting our brothers, who were once Jew, but have taken the bold to dine with the spirits, Unto the course of this great fraternity we confirm that they become brothers and spirit men, he chanted, with enthusiasm while the other members hailed in confra slang he soon came forward, and brought out a sharp knife its sheathe, Eric one of the boys brought a bowl, and samba made a mark on his thumb with the knife, blood gushed out of his and entered the bowl, he passed the bowl to me, and bade me to do the same, ouch!!! It hurts, i watched as my blood entered the bowl too, the bowl was quite filled with much blood than just I and Samba’s it must be from al the other members. Nelson son did his, and we were made to take an oath, other activities that were to be perform during an initiation, were done, we were marked as brothers, we were brainwashed, to always have our brothers back, and be there when the creeds calls. We were given weapons of defense, which include Axes short knives and guns. It was a long night.
We both returned home the next morning, and for the first time i missed class, because Wednesday night was hectic, my head hurts from hangover, pains from rigorous beating, surged through my veins, the cut I made on my thumb still hurts, the bruises from the creeds marks still hurts, I couldn’t tell for Nelson, but I Joshua, I was dead weak. All because i wanna be a hard man (spirit man).
I didn’t know how it spread, but my involvement in cult activities spread through school, even faster than I could have imagined, it was on everyone’s lips in my department, scholar boy Josh is now a cultist, but I didn’t care as long as i was doing the right thing, by being a voice to the hopeless, so potoki made me believe, as long as I was no longer defenseless, so Samba made us believed, only if i knew i was making a big mistake. Cultism is not liberation from oppression as they do make us believe. Even when i lost almost all my friends that were jew men, just because they felt i was a cultist, and i would be a bad influence on them, which was the truth. People started discussing in hushed tone when ever i pass. Lol na me send una.