(A realist petition to God Almighty on the free flow of human blood in Nigeria)
By Sylvester Udemezue
“I drank alcohol and cut her body into pieces.” These were the chilling words confessed openly in court, on 11 June 2025 in Kwara State, by Abdulrahman Bello, a self-acclaimed religious cleric, who allegedly murdered and dismembered a young student in cold blood. (See: lawblogng.com)
Lord God Almighty, are You still there? Are You watching? Listening? Or have You turned away from Nigeria? Because, Lord, this is not just one isolated horror. It is a daily ritual in a land once known for hope, dignity, and human warmth. Every day, someone’s son is beheaded, shot or strangled; someone’s daughter is raped, strangled, and dismembered. Every day, a fellow citizen disappears without trace, likely slaughtered for “money rituals” or buried in shallow graves of impunity or murdered in cold blood.
What is happening, Lord? Human life has lost all value in Nigeria. The sacredness of life that You breathed into us at creation has been replaced with barbarism.
Our conscience is dead.
Our morality is dead.
Our compassion is dead.
Many Nigerians now behave like cannibals, feasting, literally and metaphorically, on human flesh and human dignity. Religious deception and unrestrained materialism have ruined the soul of our nation.
Lord, is Nigeria still safe for human habitation? Or should the innocent pack up and flee, to leave this polluted land for the conscienceless human predators who now dominate it: murderers without remorse, ritualists without restraint, and devourers of Your image without fear?
A Holy Book reports You, God, as saying, “Whoever sheds human blood, by humans shall their blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made mankind.” (See: Genesis 9:6). Yet here in Nigeria, blood flows like rainwater. And not one drop seems to provoke divine intervention.
Father, what has come over us? What has come over Your people? How did we become a nation where the slaughter of a fellow human is seen as a pathway to wealth and fame?
Permit me to say, Lord, it appears that some Nigerians were not born of women, or at least not of human women. Even the wild beasts of the forest show more restraint than many of our people today.
Are You still there, O Lord? Forgive me for this daring question, but if You truly are the omnipotent, all-knowing, ever-present God, why does Your silence scream so loudly in the face of these horrors?
You created us. You placed us in Nigeria. You gave this land promise and purpose, to be the giant of Africa, the hope of the Black race. But now, Lord, Nigeria has become a slaughterhouse, a shrine of spilled blood, a temple of wasted lives. And You are watching? Doing nothing? Saying nothing?
It matters little to tell us, “They will be judged in the afterlife.” What about now? The killers are prospering. The rapists are building mansions. The politicians are looting and sponsoring assassins. The so-called prophets are burying people beneath their churches.
You say vengeance is Yours, but Your delay is empowering their confidence. Majority of them kill with absolute impunity. They waste lives with zero fear. They desecrate Your image with machetes and acid. And what do we hear from You?
Silence!
O Lord, forgive me again, but I must speak plainly:
- Our leaders have failed us. Many of them are in bed with the murderers.
- Our security operatives have failed us. Some even join in these crimes.
- Our religious leaders have failed us. Many now prey on the people in Your name.
- Our neighbours, our own brothers and sisters, have failed us. Some are the butchers, some the traffickers, some the enablers.
God, You are our only hope. You are the protector of last resort. But if You fold Your arms, where shall we run to? “He who watches over us, you say, neither slumbers nor sleeps. Why then do the murderers sleep well and the innocent flee to refugee and IDP camps? Why do the killers and ritualists and kidnappers ride SUVs while the victims are buried in nameless graves?
You made us Nigerians. You sent us here. But if this land has become a cemetery of destinies, must we not ask You, our Creator, to explain? Lord, if You still exist (and I believe You do), then please rise now and rescue us from this flood of blood. Strike down the evil. Expose the murderers. End the reign of terror. Restore the sanctity of life. Or else, tell us: Must we abandon our land? Must we die for merely existing in the place? You placed us?
I speak not in arrogance but in anguish. I write not in blasphemy but in brokenness. If asking these questions offends You, Lord, then remember what You said in a Holy: “Come now, let us reason together…” (Bible, Isaiah 1:18). So, I reason with You now, in the name of the millions who have died in silence. Enough is enough. If You are still God, show Yourself in Nigeria. Not in visions or dreams, but in justice, in judgment, in rescue.
My name, as You well know, Lord, is
Sylvester Udemezue:
Udems,
Your own creation, and
The Proctor of Reality
08039136749.
TheRealityMinister@Gmail.Com
(13 June 2025)
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