Post by Collins Maduabuchi Idoko (@Maduabuchii)

Let me tell you about the loudspeaker war on our street.

Two churches stand opposite each other on our road. On the left is Pastor Emmanuel's church, and on the right is Pastor Daniel's church. Both pastors believe one thing with all their hearts: a loud service is a holy service.

It started small. Pastor Emmanuel bought one loudspeaker. The next Sunday, Pastor Daniel bought two. Pastor Emmanuel added a subwoofer. Pastor Daniel added a trumpet player who only knew one song and played it like it owed him money.

Every Sunday at 9am, the war begins. The left side sings praise at full volume. The right side sings worship at full volume. The street between them is the battlefield. Residents close their windows. Then they open them again, because honestly, the whole thing is better than radio.

Last Sunday, the war reached its peak. Pastor Emmanuel's trumpet player was blowing his one song. Pastor Daniel's drummer was drumming like he wanted to break the drum skin. The whole street was shaking.

Then the light went off.

NEPA struck in the middle of the service, and both churches went silent at the exact same moment. A deep, holy quiet fell on the street. It was the first silence our road had heard in five years.

A little boy from the left side looked up at his father and asked, "Daddy, did God press the off button?"

The father said, "No, son. NEPA pressed it. God only approved it."

Both pastors came out of their churches and met in the middle of the road. They looked at each other, and then they started laughing. Pastor Emmanuel said, "Brother, without your noise, my own service feels empty." Pastor Daniel said, "Mine too. Let us buy one generator and share it."

Since that day, both churches run on one generator, and the street is united in noise again. The little boy still insists God pressed the off button. And till today, nobody has been able to prove him wrong.

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