As the choir began to hum a soulful melody, Moruti’s voice rose. "I am a teacher, a healer, and yes, I move with style. Because if the world can't see the joy in the light, why would they ever leave the dark?"

Moruti Moremi stepped onto the pulpit, his silk suit catching the light. He didn’t open a Bible immediately. Instead, he looked out at the congregation and smiled.

He didn’t just preach about the streets; he lived in them. His sermons were legendary, blending deep scripture with the rhythm of the neighborhood. One Sunday, the church was packed to the rafters. The air was thick with the scent of floor wax and anticipation.