The community protested and shut down the noises of the Christian church that has been harassing us for the past one month, keeping us up all night long, making it impossible for us to catch a moment of sleep.
I called the chairman of the community and vented my complaint about my inability to sleep for the past one week because the Christian church decided to blast their noises into our homes. “You can’t muster enough concentration to even make love when this church begins to blast their noises into your bedroom,” I lamented to the neighborhood chair. “Now imagine trying to study. It’s impossible. The preacher even began screaming his church account at us. It is Wema Bank. I was too upset to take the actual account number, but he repeated it time and time again.”
He readily agreed. He said it was like the church was having its service right inside his bedroom and on his bed between him and his wife. “Many people have complained. We will pinpoint the person who sold the land to that preacher, and return the money he paid for the land, unless he stops disturbing this neighborhood. And, by the way, we are not allowing any church or mosque in this neighborhood again.”
They had a meeting with all the landlords. Then served the churches in our neighborhood a notice.
Now we sleep in peace. All the churches now know that they can reach God without blasting their noises through our bedrooms.
They still use their speakers in the afternoon, without making too much noises. But they keep the night quiet.
And this morning, we erected a group sculpture to Ọ̀rúnmìlà, Ọ̀ṣun and Ọ̀sẹ́tùúrá at the Àkòdì Òrìṣà (see picture).
We did it without making any noises.
Why can’t they worship their God without disturbing others?