By Chief Ugwokeh Nnaemeka
Good
afternoon, great friends and welcome to the second segment of today's edition
of Sunday Special with the Celebrity Businessman. I hope you are enjoying the
Sunday? Nobody invited me for a drink today. Why?
On this
segment, I am looking into how a certain lady wanted to make me to start
attending the church she attends, using a testimony shared by a yahoo boy who
attends the church.
Having
lived in Lagos for the upwards of a decade and above, I have been able to mix
with yoruba people and have understood them. In view of my experience, I can
categorically assert that a greater percentage of yoruba people, both the rich
and poor, have very low moral values.
I am
not here to cast aspersions on yoruba people. Rather, I am saying the obvious
fact. Note that I mentioned "a greater percentage of them," not
"all of them." There could be other tribes that are worse than them in
the ramification of morality. I am sharing the one I have experienced. So, you
can share your own experiences with other tribes.
I have
seen yoruba parents taking their teenage sons to where they would learn how to
do yahoo yahoo and be bringing money home. So, in yoruba land, the society
doesn't frown at cybercrime. Rather, it is seen as a legitimate hustle. I weep
for Nigeria.
I have
seen yoruba parents giving out their daughters in marriages to notorious armed
robbers, just because they (the robbers) spend enormously on them (the
parents). So, one begins to wonder what the country is turning into.
When I
was still domiciled in Yaba, there was a big shop where I used to buy in bulk
things my family used at the first week of every month. I used to buy thing
like soaps, toilet tissues, detergent, etc in rolls at wholesale prices. In
order words, I was a once-in-a-month big customer. The owner of the shop knew
me and my family members well.
On a
certain Saturday evening that the football club I support, Chelsea Football
Club , lost to Arsenal in a Premier League match, I decided to buy things for
the month in that shop. I got
into the shop and saw the owner's daughter putting on a white garment. Obviously,
she came to the shop directly from a church program.
"Daddy
Junior, good evening sir. You are welcome," she greeted with an inviting
smiling face. As at that time, she was either in her late twenties or early
thirties. She had four children with four different men without marrying any of
them. I asked her if she was a member of Cherubim and Seraphim.
"No,
I am in Cele," she replied. Cele implies Celestial Church of Christ which
is also a white garment church. It was founded by a certain yoruba
spiritualist. The two white garment churches I mentioned are application of
Christianity into yoruba traditional religion, garnished with a small touch of
masonic and Rosicrucian applications.
After
making payment for the items I ordered for, this babe started a soul-winning
campaign.
"My
church is known for blessing educated men like you in a big way," she
started.
“Nobody
has ever joined our church and regretted it. Once you start, our prophet, who
is a very powerful man of God, will pray for you and in the process, he will
give you a prayer to make. After making the prayer, your life will turn around
for good. As you continue to attend the services, God will continue to bless
you.
"There
is a young man who is presently spending days and nights in the church, fasting
and making prayers given to him by the prophet. He is a yahoo boy who became
very bro*ke because his clients stopped answering him. He is still on the 15th
day of the 21-day prayer and some clients have already started answering him. So,
I am inviting you to attend the service tomorrow and I will make sure that the
prophet attends to you," she concluded.
She
brought out a flyer which I refused to touch. The address I saw on the flyer
was Makoko. It was a case of adding salt
to injury. I was annoyed because of Chelsea's loss and that akwuna came with
her own mess, just because I was her mum's customer. The magnitude of annoyance
in my heart was gargantuan.
So, she
looked at me from the head to the toes and I looked someone capable of visiting
that slump called Makoko. So, with my level of education, wealth of experience
and exposure, that onye iberibe saw me as someone that could be in the midst of
peasant criminals and dirty pigs.
Ab
initio, I wanted to start slapping and tongue-lashing her, but I controlled
myself, in view of how the neighborhood would view me after venting spleen on a
hook-up hustler. Some people may thing that I was one of her numerous
customers. That was how I stopped buying anything from her mum.
Friends,
you can imagine what the churches are turning into. Imagine a prophet praying
for criminals to succeed in their crimes and criminalities.
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