Daily Stories

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Beauty’s POV “Thank you, Beauty,” Teju said quietly. There was no raised tone, If anything, he sounded exhausted, like a man who had been carrying a weight for too long and had suddenly decided to set it down, not because the burden had become lighter, but because his…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Teju’s POV She did not speak immediately. Beauty lifted her eyes to mine. What I saw there was not seduction. Not arrogance….Not even guilt. It was something far more disturbing. Resignation. “I need you to listen,” she said quietly. Something in her tone made my chest tighten. Not…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Teju’s POV If coincidence was a person… it would wear Beauty’s face. I had barely parked my vehicle inside the retreat camp when I saw her. Standing directly in front of my car. As if Waiting…. For a split second, my heart jumped into my throat. It was…

©Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Greatest Storyteller Teju’s POV “Come up hither.” The voice was not loud. It was not dramatic. It did not shake the walls or split the air. Yet it landed inside me with such authority that I straightened instinctively, like a soldier responding to a command he did not even realize…

© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV Imade’s father was the first to leave. He didn’t look back. He walked out of the room with the slow, deliberate steps of a man who had just buried something important and did not trust himself to linger beside the grave. Of course, the other…

© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV If Clueless and Unrepentant were human beings, they would bow respectfully to Imade and call her their queen. Before I could even gather myself from the shock of her last request, the door opened. Her parents walked in first. My parents followed behind them. Nobody…

© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV I went into the room quietly….Not because I was calm… but because something in me had finally gone numb. The voices from the dining room were still echoing faintly in my ears. My mother crying. Her mother pacing. Fathers sitting in stunned silence like men…

© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV Everyone arrived excited. Laughter filled the house before reality did. My parents came first, dressed as though this anniversary was proof that obedience still worked. Imade’s parents followed shortly after, her mother already scanning the house with the sharp eyes of a woman who believed…

© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV Imade walked past me like I was furniture. I was seated in the living room, when she walked out. I had waited for her to eventually come out. My eyes were swollen. My head ached. My chest felt hollow, like something important had been scooped…