The greatest pandemic in Igalaland today is not hunger, poverty, or political betrayal—it is spiritual blindness. A blindness that makes men bow before empty thrones, celebrate their own chains, and trade eternal truth for temporal gain. Unlike malaria or cholera, this plague does not attack the body but the eyes of the soul, leaving a people stumbling in broad daylight while believing they see.
The prophet Isaiah once lamented,“For the Lord has poured out upon you the spirit of deep sleep, and has closed your eyes: the prophets and your rulers, the seers hath he covered”(Isaiah 29:10). That lament is a mirror of Igalaland today. Churches multiply, yet righteousness diminishes. Voices rise in politics, yet justice remains buried. Men chase titles, yet truth is sold for crumbs of power. It is not the scarcity of prophets that kills a people, but the blindness of those who refuse to hear.
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“Blindness in the midst of light is worse than darkness,”thundered Apostle Ayo Babalola, warning a generation that religion without revelation is idolatry in disguise. A typical Igala man bows before ancestral wisdom yet despises the God of wisdom. He chants prayers but ignores repentance. He honours leaders but forgets that no kingdom survives long when its eyes are gouged out.
The moral lesson is bitter: when eyes go blind, ears follow, and when ears are deaf, hearts turn to stone. In Igalaland, many dance at the sound of political drums but cannot discern the footsteps of destiny passing them by.“When truth is buried under laughter, the grave of a people is already dug,”declared Prophet T.B. Joshua. That grave yawns wide today, and blindness is the undertaker.
Consider the state of the land. Youths wander in drunken stupor of entertainment while their heritage decays. Elders who should be watchmen have become auctioneers of conscience, selling wisdom for envelopes. Leaders who should stand as shepherds have become wolves in robes. This is the pandemic that eats from within. A pandemic without coughs, yet fatal; without fever, yet terminal.
Bishop David Oyedepo once said,“The worst form of blindness is to see opportunities and despise them, to see light and prefer darkness.”That is the curse crippling Igalaland. The people saw their inheritance, yet sold it to strangers. They saw unity, yet chose division. They saw truth, yet preferred lies. This blindness is not ignorance; it is strange rebellion masquerading as tradition.
The disease is spiritual, but its consequences are political, social, and generational. A blind man cannot lead himself, much less a nation. A blind elite cannot preserve the heritage of a people. And a blind generation cannot hand to its children anything but dust.“If the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch”(Matthew 15:14). That ditch is already opening in Igala politics, culture, and faith.
The cure is costly but urgent. It demands repentance before revival, sacrifice before restoration, and brokenness before healing. Men must cry as Bartimaeus once did,“Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me!”For only divine touch can heal blindness this deep. As Evangelist Yinka Yusuf warned,“A nation that loses its spiritual sight has already signed its death certificate.”
In conclusion, spiritual blindness is the endtime pandemic eating Igalaland, and no vaccine of politics or religion can cure it. Only surrender to the Master’s light can. Until then, Igalaland will continue to dance to drums it cannot see, march to wars it cannot win, and bury destinies it never knew it had.
The question is not whether the light shines—it does. The question is whether Igala eyes will open before the darkness swallows them whole.