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©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD I’ll never forget the echo of jubilant drumming that morning, the village was alive like never before. A child had been born to Morounke and her husband, Adewale, and the village prophet announced him as “the child of glory,” a destiny carrier, a foretold star. The boy was…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD I used to admire Joy and Chuka deeply. They were committed believers, passionate about evangelism, and always seen on the streets, sharing gospel tracts and praying with strangers. Their zeal was contagious. But there was something off. It wasn’t their message, it was their presentation. Chuka’s shirts were…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Jide was the definition of brilliance. A first-class engineering graduate with international offers pouring in like rain, everyone expected his life to take flight immediately after NYSC. But strangely, ten years after, Jide was still in Nigeria, unemployed, and living with his widowed mother in their modest bungalow…

©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Tolu had once been the rising star of her university. The lecturers spoke highly of her brilliance, and organizations came hunting for her even before she graduated. But somewhere between graduation and reality, everything changed. One rejection turned into two, two into ten, and before long, Tolu was…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD He had returned, not as a prince, but as a shepherd with nothing but a staff in his hand and the weight of a divine mandate in his heart. The palace looked even grander than he remembered, the air more intimidating, and the stares from familiar faces…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD Tola sat alone in the room where joy used to live. The silence was deafening, the emptiness haunting. She stared at the packed bag on the table, a symbol of departure, of something sacred slipping away. Her heart pounded as she whispered through tears, “Please… don’t walk…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. During a youth retreat, I sat beside Debo, a passionate believer, humble, devoted, and deeply spiritual. But one thing stood out: Debo lived in undeniable lack. His clothes were worn, his shoes barely holding up, and he often joked…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by The LIVING WORD We often struggle to accept the parts of us we consider “flaws,” don’t we? The areas where we feel inadequate or incomplete. I remember when Sarah confided in me about a feeling that had been haunting her for years. “I’m not good enough,” she said with a…