Nigeria, Feb. 17 -- Some years ago, on a dusty commercial bus heading to Abuja, I witnessed a quiet drama that has refused to leave my memory. A physically challenged young man climbed in at a junction, his voice trembling yet resolute, offering prayers in exchange for alms. As he spoke, something shifted in the atmosphere. Almost every woman in that vehicle instinctively reached into her handbag. Notes folded into his palm. But more than the money, it was their faces that caught my attention. They were not merely donating; they were listening. They absorbed each word of his prayer as though it carried personal meaning. Their eyes softened. Their lips whispered "Amen." The men, on the other hand, stared out the window, scrolled through t...