Daily Stories

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Back-Door Attack I didn’t see this one coming. At all. Sunday after the vigil started on a good note.. Different atmosphere. Service started with silence.No “Praise the Lord” chant.No opening joke.Just people walking in with reverence, like they were entering a courtroom where mercy had just ruled in…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Battlefield Altar I still haven’t recovered from what I witnessed that night..Because when the altar becomes a battlefield, no title, no mic, no position can stand…only truth will stand. A lot had happened in just a short period… witches confessing that they wanted to kill our Mummy G.O…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Voice NoteI assure you, I didn’t sleep well after this one… Monday morning, 8:06 a.m. I was sipping ginger tea and trying to recover from Sunday’s “invisible glory but physical blackout” service when my phone buzzed. Group Chat: HolyFire Choir A voice note dropped. No caption.No explanation.No name….

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Sunday came.Big service. Revival banners already hung outside.“A NEW SOUND IS RISING.”How ironic. By 6:30 a.m., we were already running around … camera guys plugging wires, choir members in soft makeup, ushers wearing smiles like uniforms. But me? I was looking for T.J.Usually, she arrives before everyone.Sometimes helps…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE I overheard Daddy G.O. speaking with Mummy G.O. Their voices were low but loaded. The kind of conversation that made you pause outside the door and lean your ear without meaning to. The door was slightly opened. I could see Mummy G.O It was intense. “I don’t know…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Boardroom Fire Exactly one week after she came out of that spiritual shutdown,T.J. walked back into the church. No announcement.No fanfare.She just slipped into the back pew like someone checking if the storm had passed. People stared.Some greeted.Some pretended not to see her. But me?I was just watching….

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Dreams in Technicolor She was unconscious for three days. Not coma.Not sleep.Just… still…She was breathing. Like someone who left the room but forgot to take their body along. The nurse said, “Her vitals are fine, she’s just not responding.” I said, “Check her spirit. It’s doing conference call…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE By the end of this one, my hand was shaking as I wrote in my journal. The quarterly Leaders’ Retreat was supposed to be quiet.Closed-door.Invitation-only. Held in the side hall behind the main auditorium …small, cozy, no livestream.Just the core leaders, Daddy and Mummy G.O., and three ushers…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Cain’s Echo You see when jealousy takes the mic from the spirit, even dreams start turning into warnings and this one gave me goosebumps I haven’t even finished shaking off. The thing with envy is … it doesn’t just whisper. Once it enters the heart and finds space,…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Family Meeting Once leadership calls a “family meeting,” just know the matter don pass choir group chat… I was in that room, o. Front seat. No popcorn, just palpitations. When they said,“Leadership meeting … immediately after first service. Boardroom.”no one needed to ask why. We all knew. T.J…..