The women were wailing. The men were chanting. The children were jumping. The atmosphere was powered not by the brisk unreliability of Nigerian electricity, but by a divine grid of charged airwaves. Sweat beads hugged the temple of the lead pastor as the dialectical serenade of Christian tongues pierced the chambers of the auditorium. Power. The voices in prayer, all speaking in unknown tongues, carried the thousands standing in the suspense, filled with anticipation of the e