An Ogboni Cult Member Blows Open Their Secret in New Confession.

Sounds fake but true, according to DailySun, 54 year old frustrated former Ogboni member, Chris Obi, in a new interview with them is crying out that after being a member of the cult for 15 years, a cult he joined cos they promised to make him wealthy overnight, he has nothing to show for it. Then when he finally made up his mind to leave, which he eventually did, the cult people came for his life.



Obi who is based in Onitsha, Anambra State is bitter that he lost 15 of his early years in search of wealth where nothing is given free. Not ready to keep sealed lips, Obi, who was once a machine operator with a firm in Onitsha before turning to merchandise, told Saturday Sun his story:

“I joined Ogboni because I wanted to be very rich. I was deceived by friends. But I was in it for 15 years without getting any riches. I was only dining with the high and mighty. They were only feeding me. Whenever we go for meetings, which we call club meetings, I used to eat sumptuous meals and drink so much. That would make me happy but once I come back home, I became sad because I was still poor and couldn’t feed my family.

Before I was accepted to join the society, I was registered. I even paid a registration fee. It was
about N75,000 that I paid before they gave me a form to fill. I was asked to supply some personal information in the form. Such information included the names of my first born, my wife, my relatives and my age, among others.

We were also asked to pay for certain things such as gadgets, they cost N30,000 but I paid only N20,000. I got the money from my contribution in the firm I was working before I joined the society. After filling the form, they gave a date for my initiation into the society."

While giving account of his initiation into the cult, Obi said he was given a blood-like liquid in a calabash to drink as a mark that he would keep the secrets of the society, which he is now determined to break and damn the consequence.

“At the initiation venue, they provided a coffin, covered with a black cloth. I was also given a ring and an handkerchief among other things I can’t mention here. There were traditional priests who presided over the initiation. I remember the priests shouted some incantations which I later understood were warnings for me that what I was joining wasn’t a child’s play.