Author: Deep Thoughts

©Opeyemi Akintunde As 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…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “I used to have it all,” Rita said, staring at the divorce papers in her hand. “Once, my marriage was filled with joy, but one moment of weakness and I find myself in this mess.” The regret in her voice was palpable. She had come to…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Martha had seen Jesus many times. He had eaten at their table, laughed with her siblings, and shared deep truths. But when Lazarus died and Jesus came late, her response was sharp: “If you had been here, my brother wouldn’t have died.” She believed, yes, but familiarity…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As 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…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As 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…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As 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…

© Opeyemi Akintunde AS Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “God, I thought I passed this test already.” That was Shola’s cry when another wave of betrayal hit her. It felt like déjà vu. Different people, same wound. She had healed or at least she thought she had. But now it seemed the fire had been…

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD In the realm of the spirit, destinies shine like stars. Some shine brighter than others, drawing attention both from heaven and from forces of darkness. There are Destiny Hunters, unseen agents working full-time to locate and hijack the futures of the unsuspecting. They study lives, observe talents, monitor…