The Pulpit Cannot Save Nigeria by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

I am a practical Christian. I don't go with the crowd. Rather I swim against it.

I was excited about the Hallelujah Challenge because I thought it was going to restore power supply and bring down cost of living in Nigeria.

Also, I thought after the session, God was going to send His angels to grab Saraki, the Senate President and dump him in jail. And then kill all the corrupt politicians in Nigeria. But God did not move in Nigeria because He was in China attending to people who are trying to make the world a better place.

In my area alone, there are over 500 churches and yet most of the roads that lead to them are deplorable. Do you know why?

Your church is less concerned about the world around them and they have become less influential in the scheme of things. Most churches have lost their charm. If they cannot fix their street, they cannot influence Nigeria for good.

Most pastors are emotional and selfish. They are more concerned about the space they occupy.

You are damned if you believe that the solution to Nigeria's problems will come from the church.

We have pushed ourselves too hard and far away. In my opinion, power has to be decentralized. Make the center weak.

Though we claim "One Nigeria". We are not developing at the same level. So we must allow Nigerians to grow at their own pace. Then scrap some states and have five or seven autonomous regions.

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