Daily Stories

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Two days later before Tuesday Bible Study, Edna was in Mama’s office discussing “departmental alignment.” Somehow, the topic swerved to T.J. “Mama, we thank God for new people. But leadership should be careful about who lays hands on the people.” Mama blinked. “Who’s laying hands?” “I’m just saying……

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE The Mentor Trap It’s Mabel here, still your gist plug, still collecting holy whispers from all corners. There are different types of pastors in every big church. There’s Daddy G.O. — the lion.There’s Mummy G.O. — the eagle.Then there’s Pastor Dan — the chameleon. Handsome. Calm voice. Always…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Offerings and Side-Eyes 5 weeks Later You know how there are some Sundays you don’t forget? That Sunday? Legendary. It was Testimony & Thanksgiving service—the kind that comes with matching Ankara, dancing with baskets of yam, and that one uncle who always forces his way to the mic…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE.. Murmurs After Midnight You see ehn, some things don’t happen in broad daylight. They happen after midweek service, when everybody has gone home, church is quiet, and WhatsApp starts to buzz. That night, I was in Mama’s parlour, helping her pick fabric for the upcoming women’s conference. She…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Smoke at the Choir Stand!!! It didn’t take long. By the next Wednesday…midweek service..her name had already entered group chats. Not church announcements o, WhatsApp ones. You know those coded groups that have titles like “Choir Flow ” or “Pastor’s Media Soldiers”? Yeah. Those ones. People were asking…

©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE When She Walked In… You know that feeling when PHCN ( Power Company) brings light after two straight days of darkness? That shift in the air, the brightness…that’s how it felt the first Sunday she showed up. I was at the media desk, asking Bro Jude; Head of…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the Living Word They laughed. They mocked. They scoffed at us as “the dramatic sisters who thought they could pray their way into prosperity.” They took over everything. Tobe and the rest said things like: “Let’s see if speaking in tongues can build a house.” “All that fire fire prayer,…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the Living Word We never went back to our Father’s house. We forgot about all he left behind. No, that chapter had closed.We continued our lives. We agreed to trust God and see how He would colour up our lives. Instead, it was at Aunty Favour’s place a.k.a the Lighthouse…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD We didn’t sleep much that night. The weight of what was coming kept us alert. We had returned to Setemi’s house. My husband had called me an uncountable number of times. I told him he had to bring the paintings to Setemi’s house. Overnight, We prayed in…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The room had grown quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like something sacred had just happened. Like the heavens were holding their breath. Aunty Favour walked slowly to where we were all kneeling. She placed her hands gently on our heads, one after the other. “The…