© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “Naomi, I need you to…” But Naomi was already halfway down the stairs before her master could finish. She knew her master so well—or so she thought. She had heard similar statements so many times that she felt confident in completing his thoughts. “I know exactly what he…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD It was Elijah’s 35th birthday. Instead of celebration, he sat in his room staring at a rejection mail from yet another investor. His start-up had failed to take off for four years. Talented. Brilliant. Passionate. Yet, no one seemed to see it. Elsewhere, Amanda stood at the…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. We stood frozen, staring at the lifeless body of the woman we had just trusted with our greatest treasure. My legs could barely hold me up. “No… No, this can’t be happening,” I muttered, my hands trembling uncontrollably. Morayo took a sharp breath, wiped her face, and…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Tolu sat at the edge of his bed staring blankly at his phone screen. News headlines were wild; chaos in cities, natural disasters, strange global policies… But none of that mattered more than what he had just realized. He had stopped praying. Stopped watching. Stopped staying ready. Just six months ago,…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. We waited… eyes darting, ears tuned to the faintest of sounds. Only when we were sure Tobe and his crew were long gone did we begin to breathe properly again. “We can’t be too sure we won’t meet them on the road,” Morayo said cautiously. “They can…
© Opeyemi AkintundeInspired by THE LIVING WORD Mide sat quietly on the last row of the bus, gazing out the window, smiling to herself for no clear reason. She had just lost her phone the night before. The economy was biting hard. She had no love interest, and she had three unsubmitted job applications still pending. Yet, her…
©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD When you finally get what you’ve been praying for; the job, the spouse, the platform, the dream, what if one day, God whispers, “Give it back to Me”? Shade had waited years to conceive. After five miscarriages and a womb that had been medically written off, her son…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. The unexpected sound that broke the silence was Tobe’s voice. It sliced through the air like a blade. “I told you she was lying! It was all a plan! They’ve taken the paintings!” Tobe’s voice thundered from the other side of the compound. His steps were heavy,…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “You’re glowing, Bimpe,” Deji said, genuinely clapping as Bimpe received an international scholarship. Bimpe grinned, “Thank you, Deji.” He meant it. Deep down, he knew, “If God can lift her, He can lift me too.” You and I are not in a competition.We were never called to…
©Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “Sapa no be anybody mate, but I dey chop steady — thank you, Jesus.” Funny how this has become a chant of gratitude in our day. But beneath the laugh is a truth: many around you are struggling in silence. That neighbor who always wears the same faded…
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