Daily Stories

© 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…

© 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…