Religious Proliferation in Nigeria and the Endless Search for Real God
By Daniel Ezeigwe
If you bother to read up few literature, not the Bible now, on the advent and development of the Early Church, you’d be hit by several surprises; most of them incoherent with the business of today’s religion. However, we wouldn’t take that boring but enlightening road.
Presently in Nigeria, there’s no official figure for churches in the country. It’s very much understandable!
The Government, or whoever seeks to know, in brave mimicry of the colloquial monkey, will have a greater ordeal to in wait. That’s the Sunday Morning truth.
At every three feet of the street, incomplete buildings, shanties, parking lots, shops, apartments, tree shades, abandoned morgues, renovated toilets, and modified brothels, you’ll hear choruses of salvation and sermons of doomsday. The same formula goes on and on. The terror of your neighborhood would wake up with his own brand of business, pardon, church. Everybody has a church, and everybody must attend.
The Nigerian problem has got everyone seeking solutions, no, miracles; a way out. And someone must eat out of every misery — get rich, receive huge resources in offerings and thanksgiving, own mansions and own private jets, if God’s generosity continues.
According to a January 2018 release by WorldAtlas, Nigeria sits handsomely as one of the most religious countries in the world. With the number of ‘churches’ littered on your street, you shouldn’t be surprised. But the real religion is far from this corner of the planet. Love, which was the central ideal of the Early Church has been traded for coins and bills. The church is just another business district; a notorious trade zone where anything is saleable.
The Nigerian problem has got everyone seeking solutions, no, miracles; a way out. And someone must eat out of every misery — get rich, receive huge resources in offerings and thanksgiving, own mansions and own private jets, if God’s generosity continues.
We are lost, and until we read with faith through that boring literature of the old, your landlord might just move you out to open his own church in your room.
