Daily Stories

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Teju’s POV By the time my phone rang, Beauty and I had entered another round of prayer. Not the kind you say politely and move on from. This was the kind of prayer that drains you and fills you at the same time… the kind that forces you…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Imade’s POV I woke up suddenly, the way one wakes when something inside them has shifted. For a few seconds I lay still on the couch, staring at the ceiling, trying to understand what exactly had happened. I did not remember deciding to sleep. I only remembered sitting…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV There was no point wasting time. The moment Teju looked at me and I saw the tiny spark of hope in his eyes, I knew what needed to happen next. Prayer…Not discussion…Not analysis…Prayer. Because what had been done to Imade was not ordinary. It was witchcraft…And…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV For a moment after finishing my story to myself, my mind went quiet. The memories had come like a flood… the club… the wealth… the coven… the blood… the deliverance… seven months of warfare that almost broke me… and finally the freedom Christ had given me….

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV My salvation story is probably the simplest one I have ever heard. No evangelist came knocking on my door. No preacher laid hands on me. No altar call caught my attention during a church service. God came to me in my dream. That night, I had…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV My host closed the book on her lap and looked at me with the calm patience of someone who had delivered this explanation many times before. “Now that you know who you are,” she said slowly, “and you understand the source of your new life… you…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV We left the meeting sometime around 3am. I did not remember walking out of the room. Everything that happened after that moment felt like I was moving inside a dream that had suddenly become my real life. My host sat beside me in the back seat,…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV Looking back now, I understand something that I did not understand that night. Evil rarely introduces itself as evil. It arrives dressed in opportunity. It speaks the language of success. It wears the perfume of luxury. And by the time a desperate heart realizes what it…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV My host did not rush me. That was the first thing I noticed about her. Everything she did carried a deliberate calm, the kind of composure you only see in people who have stopped fearing consequences. While I vibrated with nervous energy, she moved as though…