After a potential cultist had embarked on the esoteric escapade of confraternal kindergarten, his life then adopts the sophisticated personality of discretion. He becomes adept at circumventing a quagmire of school rules, take up defiant stance against norm and constituted authorities, and then glory’s in his first taste of boisterous freedom. He becomes moonstruck and deliriously happy. A delusion of magnified grandeur.
They saw things in the perspective that they, the new academic elites, were mandated by their education not to suffer such inhumanity to perpetually be the lot of their downtrodden uneducated brothers and sisters. So the cultist formed themselves into ad hoc Marxists. At first, all these took place in a silent, ethereal pace without histrionics until the situation deteriorated with the proliferation of membership.
At this stage of our metamorphosis, the cults were now the tool of Lilly white plaid pants pious Mohammedan and Jesus bigots militarician and politicians and, docile cultist, now armed, took on the awesome personality of marauders with the killer instinct of a doomed predator. We danced into an albatross, into the murky waters of death and sleepless nights.
I know for sure that to our progenitors, it is still a mystery for them to determine when this sweet flight of ecstasy segued into a horrifying awareness as they, in their desperation, seek and searched for leverages to anchor for succour.
Confraternity in itself is not a horrendous organization. The horror is the jihadist characteristic which they exhibit. If the confraternities are given the opportunity to become registered and legal, thereby being accountable to their actions, they will all metamorphose into a likeness of the non-violent pyrate confraternity which operates in the manner confraternities function in western universities.
And so until then, I say Adieu to them who are about to die. You are welcomed.