I never had an 'African' friend. Nor did I have any friend who was 'black'. So it was a bit strange to be sitting in a planefull of African (black) people. The only non-black people were me and a couple of Japanese tourists. That's how my trip to Nigeria started... And once I landed in Nigeria after switching plane in Ethiopia, I knew I was in a totally different world from the one I just came from. Everyone, so black. Everything so old... everywhere so crowded. I've never sat next to a black man before, and now I'm gonna live in their country for the next 10 days! How cool... Immediately after leaving the airport, I saw poverty. Once I was in the middle of their urban chaos, I saw pain. I saw how difficult life is in this place. Here, simple things become big problem. Simple things such as food and water... There is no food. There is no water. There is no electricity... there is no job... but what's worse is that THERE IS NO HOPE. Unless you're connected to big shot politician in some way, you're not gonna make it. Unless you can tap into the oil pipe... I came to Nigeria to find business, and I saw a lot of business in Nigeria. The less developed a country is, the more things to sell. And the more corrupted the officials are, the easier it is to do business... But this trip wasn't just about finding business... This trip was supposed to teach me something... So I went to a church. In Nigeria. On Sunday. With the guy I met a day before, who invited me to go to their church. And I did. I've not set my foot in any church for the last ten years, so I was a bit wary of lightening striking my head when I stepped into the place of worship. Glad nothing happened. And they welcomed me. The black, African people. Normal, everyday people. Men... women... children... elders... everyone came to shake hand and talk with probabaly the first foreigner to visit their church. I saw them. I saw their pain. I saw their fatigue. They were all very sad. They were all very tired. It was as if they couldn't take another step forward. It was as if their feet were tied to the ground... everyone looked so thin. It was as if they hadn't eaten at all. The children... dressed in their Sunday clothes... didn't matter the clothes were old and torn... it was Sunday, and they were dressed in their best clothes. Suddenly I felt inappropriately dressed... in my white Gucci shirt and Bali shoes... And then they began their religious ceremony... A typical sermon. With a preacher on the podium, reading the holy book... And the people... they became alive! They had energy! They stood up and prayed to their God... Their God listened to poor people! Their God was on the poor man's side! Their God took away pain and sorrow. Their God gave them hope for better tomorrow. Their God gave them something to rely on. Their God provided them with what they needed. Their God protected them from harm. Their God chased the evil away and made everything OK... Their God gave them reason to live. And that's when I realized why Christianity is needed for humans.