Kamba Benga heavyweight Toby Bisengo has set the internet on fire after dropping a raw, unfiltered confession about why he dramatically stopped going to church. In a deeply personal narrative that has rattled pulpits and energized his fanbase, Bisengo insists he did not abandon God — he only walked away from the manipulation, theatrics, and psychological games he says had turned worship into a circus.
According to the outspoken artist, the breaking point came when preaching began to feel like an insult to his intelligence. Instead of uplifting the soul, he says sermons had become shallow chants wrapped in fear and coated with emotional blackmail. He recalls sitting on the pews wondering when faith stopped being about transformation and became a carefully orchestrated script aimed at shutting down critical thought.
For Bisengo, the church became unrecognizable the moment it slowly morphed into a permanent fundraising arena. He describes the shock of realizing that every sermon was now cleverly crafted to climax in a giving session. And when the gospel of “give so that you can get” was pushed in place of genuine spiritual growth, his logical reasoning rebelled. A God who supposedly needed money before releasing blessings, he says, became “tiresome and suspicious.”
As he grew older and wiser, the drama around him began to feel childish — staged deliverances, exaggerated prophecies, and fear-driven preaching designed to keep believers shackled. With maturity, he says, the gospel of fear simply lost its grip. No one could threaten him with curses anymore, and no preacher could convince him that danger lurked behind every corner unless he “seeded” his way out of it.
What shocked him even more was observing that unbelievers were thriving without any of the guilt and manipulation that had held him captive. They applied simple, practical principles of prosperity, while he — faithful, committed, present every Sunday — watched his own life stagnate. In his own words, “My life ground to a stall despite my commitment.”
Bisengo goes further, comparing faith as practiced in his church to paying protection fees to an imported deity. Nothing moved unless someone paid. Safety, blessings, breakthroughs — all came with a cash tag.
Even the emotional moments that once felt holy changed meaning for him. He realized that the goosebumps, raised hair, and sudden emotional rushes during worship weren’t divine visitations — they were the same sensations he felt at secular concerts, only enhanced through atmosphere and psychology. “It wasn’t the Spirit moving,” he says. “It was my soul being hypnotized.”
His turning point came when he discovered that the power he had been chasing externally was already within him. Through introspection, self-awareness, and conscious manifestation, he began unlocking breakthroughs that church rituals had never delivered. His life changed the day he stopped outsourcing his strength and started tapping into his own.
And with that, Toby Bisengo sealed his message with a disarming question to fans and critics alike:
“Twîhamwe?”
Are we together?
