Daily Stories

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Take your positions,” Aunty Favour said gently, yet with authority. We rose to our feet slowly. Our bodies were weak, but our spirits were awakening. A holy anger was rising in me. Enough of crying. Enough of carrying what we didn’t cause. It was time to fight….

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Who were you begging?”Aunty Favour’s voice broke into my sobs as I struggled to catch my breath. “It was the victims,” I whispered hoarsely.“Everyone my father cut short their lives… I saw them all.They stated their reasons, and honestly, they were fair…fair to have done all that…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD Aunty Favour shut her eyes and asked us to begin with worship. She told us to call God beautiful names, to adore Him.She encouraged us to disregard all that we were going through and thank Him for the beautiful things we were still blessed with. I didn’t…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD Aunty Favour asked my sisters to guide me to a chair. I was literally shaking. What I had seen…the wickedness, the selfishness, the parenting soaked in selfishness and darkness…left me numb. If I could kill my father a second time, I would have done it in that…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I was still caught in the vision. The room shifted. The white wall faded into what looked like a wall with dried blood staining it. Another screen flickered to life. This time, I saw my father, hands trembling as he unwrapped a nylon package soaked in blood….

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Ha! Never… God forbid!” my father exclaimed. I watched him storm out of the shrine-like room in haste. His face bore a look of fear and defiance, like a man clinging to the last strands of his humanity. It felt good… reassuring… knowing my father had some…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD Setemi, Pamilerin, and I were seated in front of Aunty Favour. She had gone quiet, her eyes shut tightly after I narrated the different dreams and visions we had received. I had called her earlier, and she told us to come to the Lighthouse immediately. “Sisters, close…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Adesewa has been having visions” I said to Setemi Adesewa’s face was pale, her eyes wide with a kind of determination that felt too mature for her age. “I want to show you something,” she mouthed to her Mum, so the others in the living room would…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I sat on the edge of the couch in Setemi’s living room, unsure of how to proceed. I went to sit beside her and wrapped my arms around her, but she didn’t move. Her shoulders stayed rigid, her heart clearly locked in a prison of pain. “How…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD they are connected to Daddy’s paintings. Morayo, there’s blood attached to them.” She frowned deeply, skepticism shadowing her features. “ Who is Wasiu and Fola? Which other deaths happened?” She was obviously lost.“Overnight, my Security man died, and… Setemi’s first daughter Fola is dead” “How.. My God!?”…