“It is very difficult to stand firm in the faith in this our generation. Many Christian youth are defecting to idolatry because of impatience and delay to prayer answer. May God help us to trust and wait on Him at all times,” writes Benjamin Simon, an inmate at Kirikiri Prison in Lagos, in reaction to a recent post on Kogi Reports. His words ring like an alarm bell — not just from the prison cells but into the soul of a bleeding generation. Today’s youth, disillusioned by delay, unemployment, untold hardship, and failed leadership are rushing into dangerous shortcuts, where faith is no longer enough and the wait on God is mocked as weakness. The result? A silent slide into spiritual darkness wrapped in glittering promises.
We are now witnessing a troubling trend: countless young Nigerians are bathing with what they call “demonic soaps” — substances whose origins and rituals are unknown, unverified, and steeped in dark mystery. Without research or inquiry, many jump headlong into these occult practices, hoping to get rich overnight. The consequences are tragic and eerily similar: A victim alive yet blood pouring from nostrils, internal organs decaying from the heart down to the belly, and deaths without medical explanation. What kind of soap kills? What kind of wealth ends in coffins? These aren’t myths. They are stories backed by autopsies and whispered family secrets. A generation is dying while chasing a lie.
If not ignorance, what then? One question keeps haunting me: a diabolical man prepares a soap and sells it to you at an outrageous price — why can’t he bathe with it himself and become rich? Why does he need your money if the soap works? That alone should be a warning. The devil doesn’t give free dinner. The price is always your peace, your purpose, or your life. And while our youth are spiritually ambushed by these devilish merchants, our government looks the other way. Painfully, we’ve been abandoned to our fate. Poverty pushes many into silence and shame. It hurts to watch loved ones beg and be insulted by those who once needed them.
Recently, I resigned from a job where I served as head of a private school. I endured four years under a proprietress whose heart was hard as flint. She cursed staff, called people names, and treated everyone like trash. Still, I endured — until I couldn’t anymore. The question is: how many young people today can endure this kind of pressure without snapping? How many can tolerate insults on top of a meagre salary? The impatience of this generation, mixed with youthful exuberance, is becoming a spiritual epidemic. And so they rush into rituals and poison in search of a shortcut to prosperity that ends in premature graves.
Beloved, what do you gain if you have billions of naira and do not live long enough to spend it? What’s the use of wealth that can’t buy peace, joy, or eternal rest? This is not just about morality — it’s about mortality. The devil trades in urgency, in speed, in careless ambition. The Bible reminds us in Proverbs 10:22, “The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow with it.” Real wealth from God doesn’t decay your belly. It doesn’t come with voices screaming at midnight. It doesn’t demand blood. But you must wait. You must trust. You must endure.
Pastor Chris Oyakhilome once said, “Faith is not just speaking; it is staying. The real test of faith is the willingness to wait without wavering.” And Evangelist Yinka Yusuf declared, “Any prosperity that demands you to bury your conscience is not from God.” Our generation must hear this again and again. The path to true success is lined with tests, not tricks. Jesus is not a microwave miracle worker. He is the Bread of Life, not a snack. His blessings don’t come in black nylon bags soaked in blood or under dim candlelight by 3am.
Return to Jesus, our first love. Flee from the fake altars, the charm-sellers, and the empty promises. The devil doesn’t give free lunch — he serves death in golden plates. If Benjamin Simon can call us back to faith from a prison cell, then maybe the rest of us, still walking free, should kneel in surrender. The revival we need will not start on stages but in hearts willing to endure, to trust, and to wait — even in darkness — for the God who never fails.
– Inah Boniface Ocholi writes from Ayah – Igalamela/Odolu LGA, Kogi state.
08152094428 (SMS Only)
