It was meant to be just another evening. An innocent hangout. A few friends. Some drinks. A break from the usual. But purpose is a jealous guest—it does not entertain distractions easily. A young Igala politician, intelligent, deeply promising, and politically inclined, went out that night only to breathe his last. He began vomiting blood, and within hours, he was gone. Dead. A man of great vision, buried before his purpose could bear fruit. Not by a bullet or an illness—but by a subtle decision that cost him everything.
This wasn’t just a death; it was a headline of destiny interrupted. And in his story lies a deeper warning for a generation gifted yet careless, anointed yet unguarded, called—but careless.
We live in an age where distraction has been dressed up as freedom. Where purpose is sacrificed on the altars of popularity. Where divine callings are muted by the hunger for clout. Where men born to shake nations now drown in group chats, hashtags, and friendships that carry the fragrance of death. A man of destiny should not walk casually. Not every friendship is harmless; not every environment is neutral. The world is not empty; it’s charged—every place you go either waters your calling or withers it.
Even the clergy, the ones meant to guard the oil, have begun to trifle with sacred things. Men who once trembled at the altar now fornicate freely, commit adultery casually, and lie boldly. Some pastors manipulate testimonies, forge revelations, and swindle their congregations—all in God’s name. They no longer minister—they perform. They no longer carry burdens—they chase applause. What then should the youth believe?
When leaders lose their reverence, followers lose their way. When the shepherd is corrupt, the sheep scatter. And when the altar becomes a stage, destiny becomes a product. This is the generation we now face: where charisma is mistaken for character, and trending is confused with transformation. But heaven does not rate men by likes or followers. Heaven weighs men by alignment—by whether their walk honors their call.
As Bishop David Abioye once warned, “Every calling must be jealously guarded. Grace can lift you, but carelessness can waste you.” And yet, so many walk as if the anointing is armour against accountability. It is not. Grace is not immunity from consequence; it is a responsibility to walk differently. To whom much is given, even more is demanded.
The tragedy of the young politician was not in his death—it was in what died with him. Potential. Vision. Assignment. Influence. Purpose. And it began with one careless night. How many young people today are walking into traps with open eyes? How many are destroying tomorrow with today’s appetite? The trending Yahoo Plus rituals, the thirst for quick fame, the dirty politics, the sexual looseness—these are not just habits; they are tombs dressed like playgrounds.
Apostle Ayo Babalola once thundered, “You cannot carry God’s fire and still dance with devils.” But this generation wants both. They want to prophesy on Sunday and fornicate on Friday. They want revival without repentance. They want fire without sacrifice. But the kingdom doesn’t work like that. A lamp without oil is only a decoration. Purpose without consecration is a scandal in waiting.
Respect your calling. It is not for decoration. It is not a CV item. It is divine trust. You can’t carry prophetic weight and be everywhere. You can’t be a vessel of God and drink from every well. You can’t walk with destiny and also walk with Delilah. Ask Samson. His strength didn’t leave in battle—it left on a lap. Ask Judas. His end didn’t come from enemies—it came from coins. You don’t need a demon to fall; sometimes all you need is carelessness.
And what of the pastors who exploit the anointing? The ones who use God’s name like a product line? Their end is already echoing in the halls of eternity. As Prophet TB Joshua warned, “The greatest danger to a man of God is not from witches, but from within—when he begins to take grace for granted.”
The youth must be warned: You are not here by accident. You are a divine assignment. Purpose is not a suggestion—it’s a summons. And if you ignore that call, there’s a price to pay. Heaven mourns when a generation sells its birthright for trends. When men born to speak to nations now waste their voice in gossip. When vessels of fire now smoke their time away.
A day will come—likes won’t matter. Retweets won’t save you. The platform won’t protect you. All that will matter is: Did you answer your call? Did you walk in it with fear and trembling? Or did you joke with the grace and bury your mantle for fleeting pleasures?
Pastor Chris Oyakhilome once said, “You’re not a biological accident; you’re a divine idea.” You were not born to blend in. You were not saved to be trendy. You were not called to be casual. You were called to burn—for truth, for destiny, for God.
To every young man reading this: Protect your calling. Flee careless friendships. Guard your appetites. Don’t be another headline. Don’t be another story of what could have been. Don’t let carelessness write your obituary before your testimony begins.
Heaven is watching. Hell is plotting. But you—child of destiny—you must rise. Because when you’re called, carelessness is no longer an option.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
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