Daily Stories

© 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!?”…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I moved closer to one of the paintings … a portrait of a smiling child, his eyes sparkling like diamonds.But as I leaned in to admire it, something strange happened. The child’s smile began to fade…slowly turning into a frown…then into a cry. The colours of the…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I wiped my face again. Aunty Favour’s patience on the line gave me courage. It was like speaking to someone who wouldn’t judge me, someone who understood pain beyond what words could explain. “I don’t know where to start…” I whispered. “Anywhere, dear. Start from anywhere.” Her…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The house was quiet. Too quiet for my restless soul. Deji had drifted off into a light, uneasy sleep on the couch. His phone lay beside him. The Police had come and asked questions.We made sure not to include the paintings in our story. We were waiting…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I stood there, frozen. Wasiu lay on the ground, eyes wide open…staring into nothing. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Deji bent down, gently closing Wasiu’s eyes like he was tucking him in for sleep. But this wasn’t sleep. This was death, raw and real. Deji grabbed Wasiu’s…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The creak echoed again. I dropped the spoon I had been washing, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Without thinking, I raced out of the kitchen and into the living room, my breath shallow and quick. Deji sat on the couch, completely engrossed, holding one of the…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The moment I turned into our street, I felt a new kind of peace. My fingers still trembled on the steering wheel, but this time, it wasn’t fear. It was relief… a relief that we had escaped something dark and painful, and I had brought home something…