I am angered.
The economy is worse than when i went to bed last night.
It is a nightmare. it's like we are making all the efforts to survive and someone somewhere is testing our limit.
Like, they whisper "let's see how much they can stand" and "if they could survive that... What about this?" and they set their mechanics to play and watch on their large screens how we gnash and lament and eventually shove it off to continue; adjusting yet again after barely getting used to the earlier condition.
At intervals they burst out in laughter when two young boys, in the bid to let out all that bottled -up frustration, decide to burst bottles in a duel.
Or a girl finally succumbs to the advances of an old senator.
They follow their laughter with words like "i told you, all of them are the same." or " i really thought she would hold off another week or so. so fast? see sharp babe o!"
In all this turmoil, we go ahead and blame these incidents on demons and evil spirits and flock to church so our pastor can wave them off.
Our pastors who see the situation we live in and swear to themselves never to go back to where they started or suffer with the masses, as so increase the number of offerings we dance to the altar to offer.
they continuously insist that the reason we suffer is because we have failed to activate God's intervention in our lives which can only come through tithe offerings.
We therefore, sway our hips with exaggerated smiles on our faces as we invest more and more in the life of the pastor, momentarily forgetting what that tithe could do in the daily lives of our families; but it is okay because God would triple and quadruple it.
I'd believe that if the church used these money right; fed the hungry, clothed the naked, healed the sick and harboured the homeless.
But NO...all that money goes to erecting more unnecessary structures, buying cars and gadgets, helicopters and private jets; liabilities that scream the same VANITY that the bibles, they so lovingly hold to their chest, preach against.
