Daily Stories

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word I woke up very early the next morning, hoping I would find a way to go to the Alabis’ house under the guise of helping Mum. That was the plan. I would tell her I wanted to help her clean again, then I would use that…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word I did not realize how far I had walked until I looked up and noticed I was almost halfway to school. My legs had been moving, but my mind had remained in Martins’ room, seated in front of that dangerous financial presentation. I had left the…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word “How much is real money?” I asked. Martins smiled. It was not the kind of smile someone gave when they wanted to answer a simple question. It was the kind of smile someone gave when they knew they had found the door into your mind. He…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word “It is not really about shoes.” The room became quiet. “What do you mean?” I asked, though somewhere inside me, a part of me already knew. “The shoes are just the cover,” Martins said. I stared at him. “The package is not the shoe. The real…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word I went home that day carrying a secret that was heavier than my school bag. Outwardly, I was calm. Very calm. Too calm, even for myself. I greeted Mum normally. I greeted Dad normally. I dropped my bag in the room normally. I even ate dinner…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word Martins called the so-called supplier of shoes right there in the car. He placed the phone on speaker and said, “Guy, I have someone for you.” There was a short pause on the other end before the person asked, “Who?” Martins looked at me with a…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word “Courier business?” I asked again, like hearing it twice would make it cleaner. Martins nodded. “Yes. Logistics.” “Logistics?” “Yes now,” he said. “Moving things from one place to another.” That sounded normal. Too normal. And because I desperately wanted it to be normal, I held on…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word We concluded that she would come that evening after school by 6 p.m. The moment we agreed on the time, my excitement rose, but another problem stood up immediately. How was I going to get there without Mark or my mum knowing? I returned Tunde’s phone…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word I went to school, and the day was like no other. I was highly irritable. Everything annoyed me. The teachers annoyed me. Their voices sounded too slow, too ordinary, too dry. The chalk on the board annoyed me. The noise from the corridor annoyed me. Even…

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word “What medicine did you get for Sikemi?” Mum’s question stood in the room like a teacher waiting for the correct answer. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth stood at the door of my mouth, but fear pushed it back. “Mum…” I started…