The setup of the Kingdom World Tour concert was interesting, to say the least. We understand the need for VIP and non-VIP sections, but did the gap between them have to feel like the Grand Canyon? The division was so real, that you could almost hear “Do Not Cross” signs whispering in the wind. And let’s not even start on the screens. If you weren’t VIP, you might as well have been watching ants dance on stage. Meanwhile, the VIPs were standing on chairs, possibly auditioning for the next Olympic high jump.
The lineup of songs before the main acts was a full-on worship session, and we were here for it… mostly. These were big-name artists with even bigger expectations to meet. It felt like they were told to keep things low, but this was a concert, not a bedtime lullaby! Chileshe Bwalya!!! She opened the heavens. The rest of the Zambian artists, well, let’s just say this show won’t be making it into their greatest hits compilation. Maybe it was the sound system overpowering their voices, or maybe they just needed more coffee.
Then, there were the MCs. Should we go there? Okay, let’s be honest—they weren’t exactly bursting with energy. If energy levels were a drink, these MCs were decaf. The artists needed hype, and what we got was… well, polite enthusiasm. It was the kind of vibe you’d expect at a quiet dinner, not at a concert meant to shake the heavens.
Now, let’s talk about the main event. Oh, Maverick City, where do we even begin? The presence of the Lord was undeniable. We worshipped, we praised, and Kirk Franklin, brought back all the feels with a side of nostalgia, leaving no heart untouched. And Tim Godfrey, the man who brought the praise party to life danced like nobody was watching.
But if there’s one thing that stood out (or didn’t, depending on how you see it), it was the silence in between transitions. The awkward pauses were so loud, they were almost deafening. We couldn’t help but wonder if someone accidentally hit the mute button. Would it have killed them to have some instruments playing in between? At one point, they did try to play music, but the speakers were so low, it was like a whisper in a library. Isn’t there such a thing as a Christian DJ? We could have used one. A little something to keep the energy up while we waited wouldn’t have hurt. And when the concert ended, it was just a silent exodus. There was no music to walk out to, just the sound of footsteps and people thinking about Sunday.Next time, let’s consider adding a soundtrack for the send-off!
In the end, the concert was a mix of highs, lows, and “What were they thinking?” moments. Sure, the organizers could’ve done a lot better, but let’s be real—the main acts did what they came to do: lead us straight into the presence of the Lord. And for that, we’re grateful.
