A Nigerian writer has described the Commonwealth of Zion Assembly as a mere 'club house' which is devoid of holiness.
The accused, Pastor Abiodun Fatoyinbo
These coza diehards are very conversant with their environment more than you.
Everyone in that social club, I can bet my balls, has long known that filth of a pastor for what he is. His philandering ways is not today's matter; not even a shocker to most of the clubbers there, if you still think the club is divided over a couple of rape and infidelity stories.
Of course, not when his defiling spree has gone on in the same assembly, which dates back to his Ilorin days. You can't say that you've enjoyed a long-standing club membership there, and haven't heard a peep about how senior pastor steadily invites the choir girls over to mop the master's bedroom in his mansion. And his pattern of forcefully imposing a spiritual paternity on them with his prick.
Because as far as gossips go, none can compare to the tsunami-like gossip that swirls in worship centres. A case of, you hear, you run to my house after church, and then we use Coca-cola and groundnut to wash down the hot gist about daddy. So it goes.
Come what may, a vast majority of cozaites will remain there in solidarity with daddy - and the church. It will always be, "mcheww, the same rehashed topic,"
whenever daddy's dirty laundry gets exposed.
Or don't you read their shameless defence lines on social media? Stuff like, "Pastor is a human being like you and I. Leave him alone and mind your business."
They say these things not because they're knuckleheads per se, as we would love to describe them.
But because for a fact, fabulous facilities like coza ensure that you just can't get enough. The trappings of the assembly reminds the congregants, a lot of them, of places they've never been. The line up of activities in the club's program are designed to pamper and entertain their lust. The glitzy, feel good atmosphere provided and its sheer beauty.
How do you expect the fun seekers that today's Christians have become, to leave a sophisticated amphitheatre like coza for places where one ox fan will be blowing 1000 congregants during an enduring sermon? Because pastor did...
It's as if some of you have not worshipped in elite Pentecostal churches before.
You'd never want to extricate yourself.
As leaving means missing out on:
The hot chics...
The church clout...
The meeting attire slayage...
And daddy's krest drink for the troubles...
Leave matter! They die there.
Written by Bismark Ekenedilichukwu Benson