In today’s Nigeria, a curious species is on the rise, spiritually loud, economically silent. Armed with designer belts, tongues that speak fire, and an unhealthy addiction to midweek services, many young Nigerians have perfected the art of looking anointed while remaining alarmingly unproductive.
Churches, now open more frequently than job centres, have become the new lounges of the idle. Sermons are streamed live, but personal discipline is on life support. The pews are filled with Gucci dreams and spiritual soundbites, but the streets remain littered with unemployed graduates and abandoned visions.
This is not an attack on faith. Faith built civilizations. Faith fought empires. But what we now have is not faith, it’s theatre. Holy hype, clad in garbs and wigs, with no intention of building anything that lasts beyond Sunday.
Many of these young worshippers spend their best economic hours sowing seeds they neither understand nor harvest, cheering for miracles like spectators at a spiritual football match.
Inside, they are fragmented. Minds cluttered with borrowed prophecies and recycled affirmations. Outside, they look like success. Inside, they can’t build systems, only follow them blindly, until the system breaks and they blame spiritual warfare for what laziness and apathy caused.
We are raising a generation that shouts "Amen!" louder than they read books. A people more eager to take selfies at crusades than to take responsibility for their communities.
If Nigeria must move forward, the youth must do more than wear the cloak of religiosity, they must rediscover spiritual depth, ethical grit, and economic intelligence. Because no nation was ever built on vibes, visions boards, and vigils alone.
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