© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word We stepped out of the Alabi house, and the air I breathed in felt like gold. The air in Sikemi’s room had felt like air trapped behind prison walls. Heavy. Dangerous. Suffocating. But outside, I could breathe again. I had not even taken up to ten…
© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word “I like you too,” I lied. The words came out after I noticed her whole demeanor had changed. Her shoulders dropped, her eyes dimmed, and disbelief filled her voice. “Oh wow,” she said slowly. “You never liked me. So I have been a fool all along….
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Light! As always, Sikemi’s room was a mess, but this time around, it was not just underwear. There was alcohol on her dressing table. There were also strange substances I knew I had no business touching. Temptation is real. The drugs said hello to me. It was more…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Light! Uncle Nureni opened the gate with so much excitement you would think we were the ones paying his salary. Uncle Nureni had watched us grow from infancy till date. There was one thing the Alabis had: they kept their circle small. They had retained most of their…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Light! I watched the little boy in his Mama’s arms, and for a moment, I wished I could trade places with him. The innocence, the peace, the joy he was basking in was a treasure I would give everything to have. I looked at the passengers in the…
©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…
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