Daily Stories

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD We didn’t need to exchange words. One look between us and we all jumped back into the car. Morayo turned to the teenager again. “Please, where does Sister Bolade’s cousin or her Sister live?” “Just after that yellow bungalow… dem dey live for the last compound with…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. We stood frozen, staring at the lifeless body of the woman we had just trusted with our greatest treasure. My legs could barely hold me up. “No… No, this can’t be happening,” I muttered, my hands trembling uncontrollably. Morayo took a sharp breath, wiped her face, and…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. We waited… eyes darting, ears tuned to the faintest of sounds. Only when we were sure Tobe and his crew were long gone did we begin to breathe properly again. “We can’t be too sure we won’t meet them on the road,” Morayo said cautiously. “They can…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. The unexpected sound that broke the silence was Tobe’s voice. It sliced through the air like a blade. “I told you she was lying! It was all a plan! They’ve taken the paintings!” Tobe’s voice thundered from the other side of the compound. His steps were heavy,…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. Time Froze in that Minute! The weight of Morayo’s words crushed me. It was as if a boulder had been dropped on my chest. My breathing became shallow, my eyes widened with disbelief. “My God!” Pamilerin whispered, her voice barely audible. She stepped back from Morayo. “Morayo……

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. I couldn’t place how it all happened… We were all outside. The only strangers who didn’t leave with the family were the two friends my brother came with. But they had left earlier when Morayo showed them the stuff she was made of. Who then could have…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD. As we sat there, tears streaming like fountains and inhaling the dust from the cars that had left, we heard the sound of a car returning into the compound. The hum of the engine was faint at first, but it grew louder, irritating our broken spirits. Setemi…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD . Setemi and Pamilerin burst into the studio like a storm, their eyes wild with urgency. The rest of the half-drunken family members stumbled in behind them, curiosity and confusion etched on their faces. “Mololuwa… What’s wrong? What did he do to you?” Setemi asked breathlessly, her…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I went in and sat quietly, thinking about my next move. My step-cousins and stepbrothers were chatting happily as if my father’s demise was some birthday party. Their loud laughter echoed through the hallway, mingling with the scent of alcohol. Setemi was fuming, her irritation apparent as…

© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD… “How far?” I whispered. Setemi brought out her phone and showed me a message. “It’s done.” I didn’t know what “it’s done” meant exactly, but I decided not to ask questions. I didn’t want guilt weighing me down. But Tobe saved me the trouble of overthinking. “Accident!”…