©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…
©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…
A Deep Thoughts Devotional Story © Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the LIVING WORD One afternoon, I watched someone rise suddenly into popularity, even though their talent seemed ordinary and their character questionable. People praised them, defended them, and opened doors for them. I couldn’t help but wonder: How does this happen? Then a biblical…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV I stood in front of her door for a long time before knocking. It was the morning of our second anniversary. Two years since the altar. Two years since promises. Two years of living like polite enemies under the same roof. I knocked gently. “Imade.”…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Teju’s POV Two years. That was how long it had been. Two years of living in the same house with my wife… and never truly living with her. Imade kept her word… She said we would be housemates… and she meant it. We shared an address, not…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Imade’s POV How? That was the only word my mind could form. Not why. Not when. Just… how. The room tilted slightly, as though the ground itself was rejecting me. Teju stood at the doorway, half blocking my view, half shielding what he could no longer hide….
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Imade’s POV We landed… but home felt like a strange land. Nothing about the air felt familiar anymore. The ground beneath my feet felt firm, yet my spirit felt suspended…like I hadn’t fully returned with my body. Beauty’s words echoed first. Daniel’s followed closely. Then the elderly…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Imade’s POV I was already on the plane. Because what do they say about Half Bread? I didn’t wait till morning to think myself out of it. The moment Teju’s message came in, something in me folded quietly. Not dramatically. Not painfully. Just… serious. There was a…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the GREATEST STORYTELLER Imade’s POV I didn’t think…I moved like lightning. Barefoot, phone in hand, heart racing faster than my feet could keep up with. I remembered his room number clearly. Funny how the mind remembers unnecessary details when it wants something badly enough. The corridor felt longer than it…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Imade’s POV I slept like someone who had been running for years and finally collapsed. Blame it on the change in weather. Blame it on the strange bed. Blame it on the emotional roller coaster that had dragged me from wedding vows to marital disagreement to moral…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the GREATEST STORYTELLER Imade’s POV We slowed near the hotel entrance. Not because the walk had ended… but because something else had arrived. Clarity. Daniel stopped first. He looked resolved. “Imade,” he said quietly, calling my name the way people do when they are about to be honest… not kind….
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the LIVING GOD Imade’s POV The city smelled like movement. Coffee. Asphalt. Morning breeze. People walking like they had places to be and reasons to be there. Daniel walked beside me, hands in his pockets, unhurried, like someone who wasn’t chasing time or running from it either. “So…” he said…
© Opeyemi Akintunde Inspired by the Holy One Imade’s POV Morning had already begun before I slept. The flight had stolen the night from us and handed us daylight like a receipt… As I laid on the bed, I thought about how tired my body was , but my mind was refusing to cooperate. Jet…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Imade’s POV “Did you arrive safely?” Teju’s message stayed on my screen longer than I intended. “Safely.” I locked my phone and dropped it beside me on the bed. The room felt larger now. Too large for one person who was meant to be two. I…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Imade’s POV We landed just after sunset. The city welcomed us with golden lights and warm air… the kind that clings softly to your skin, like it’s saying stay a while. I stood up slowly, adjusting my bag, suddenly aware that whatever started in the air…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Imade’s POV “So…” he said after a short pause, his lips curving into a gentle smile.. “I guess this is the part where we introduce ourselves like normal people.” I laughed softly. “Yes. That would help.” I replied “I’m Daniel,” he said. “And you are…?” “Imade.”…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Imade’s POV We exchanged our polite apologies … soft voices, careful smiles …but our eyes did most of the talking. Then we both walked into the VIP waiting lounge. I felt it almost immediately. His gaze…Not intrusive…Not rude. Just… present. Like warmth on skin. I tried…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Teju’s POV She really left. The door had closed. The silence that followed was louder than any argument we had ever had. I lay on the bed… then turned. Then turned again. I stared at the ceiling. At the wall. At the door. Any moment now……
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Teju’s POV “Hello mummy, good morning ma.” I heard Imade’s voice ring loudly. “Please mum, Teju told me you said we are not having our honeymoon again. Mummy, what exactly do you want from me? You said I should marry him …I have married him. Now…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Teju’s POV I woke up late. Very late. 11:25 a.m. I checked the other side of the bed. Imade wasn’t there. I sat up immediately. Again? Last night she had been at the pool with Beauty. Then she returned, suddenly ready to offer what she had…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE.. Teju’s POV When I came out of the bathroom, I stopped short. Imade was dressed for intimacy. Not accidentally. Not casually. Intentionally. The lights were dimmed. Her hair was loosened. Her clothes …carefully chosen. The kind meant to invite, not just exist. For a split second,…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Teju’s POV “Teju… oh my! Feels good to see you too!” Beauty said, acting as though the fifteen minutes we spent together earlier hadn’t happened at all. The switch in her behaviour was suspicious. I quickly assessed the situation. She obviously didn’t want Imade to know…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE “Imade!” she screamed. I froze. Who was this beautiful work of art calling my name with so much enthusiasm? “Hiii…” I replied, forcing a smile while my facial expression added, “Sorry… do I know you?” She caught it instantly. “Beauty… Rainbow College!” My entire brain shut…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE “There is nothing to say,” I replied quietly, almost defensively. Beauty tilted her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Are you sure?” she asked. “You’re out here gisting with me on your wedding night. My brother… you have a lot to say.” The way…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE I took the elevator. At that moment, I had no idea which floor I wanted. The glowing buttons stared at me as if asking, “Oga, where exactly are you going by 3 a.m.?” I just pressed 1. Reception, I assumed. I leaned back against the elevator…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE I also couldn’t! Seriously! I couldn’t sleep that night. As tired as I was, sleep eluded me. It felt unreal …completely absurd … that Imade was sleeping peacefully on our wedding night while I sat alone on the sofa like a rejected groom … Like? That’s…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE I couldn’t! I couldn’t stand his body touching mine. I couldn’t even imagine Teju as a husband. The moment we got into the exquisite suite my mum had booked for the night … the one for couples to “bond” before travelling for their honeymoon in the…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE As for me, my name is Beauty! But wait… Hold up! Before your imagination begins to run wild, please calm down. Don’t let the name deceive you. I still wonder who deceived my parents and advised them to name me Beauty. Because What??? What??? I was…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As inspired by the DEEP ONE Not My Spec!!! You see this story you are about to read is not your usual love story. In fact, it is two stories webbed into one… the story of two women and two men. But let me start with mine. My name is IMADE, and…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE No word from Father. No glimpse of him at the morning or evening services. His throne sat empty, his absence looming larger;than his presence ever could. But I knew better than to show any form of unease. I made sure my appearances were spotless. I attended…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE He jerked awake, startled to find my eyes fixed on him. He sat up quickly, like a guilty man caught. His chest heaved, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why are you staring at me like that?” His voice cut through the silence, sharp, defensive. “You know…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE Father Soji stretched beside me, smugness still on his face. His arm wrapped around me as though he had conquered a nation. His breath slowed, his chest rising and falling. He thought he was the boss. The lord. The untouchable. But if only he knew…power had…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE The assembly swelled with chants of “Holy! Holy! Holy!” as Father Soji declared Cordelia’s fate. My ears rang, my body shook, but my lips stayed sealed. Guards grabbed Cordelia by both arms. She kicked, she struggled, but they dragged her forward toward the dreaded doors. And…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE “Before we go for the assembly, can I privately mourn her please” I said as the tears flowed without an end… burning down my cheeks like acid. Father Soji’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, then he nodded slowly. “I understand. I will have you…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE In that moment, it felt like the earth should open up and swallow me alive. My ears rang. My chest caved in. My breath caught in my throat. Cordelia. He said Cordelia. Was he joking? Was this some cruel trick to measure my loyalty? Or had…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE I waited endlessly, my ears tuned to every sound in the corridor, my body jerking at the faintest footsteps. But the door never opened. The silence stretched into the dawn until my eyes burned with exhaustion. By morning, I dragged myself up, determined to be at…
© Opeyemi Akintunde I laid on my bed… Sorry not my bed… the bed given to me still humbled by what I had seen. Pretending to be unaware of what was happening was one thing, but having flashes of what I had just seen was another…The compound had become quiet after devotion. Voices had drifted away,…
© Opeyemi Akintunde The boy didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my elbow and, with a rough whisper… “Now!”… He shoved me through a back door I hadn’t noticed before. It led into a narrow service passage, dark and smelling of bleach. We moved like thieves, bent double, feet silent on cold concrete. At a point, he…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE The door creaked open. I froze, my heart in my throat. Tears blurred my vision so badly I couldn’t make out the face standing there. A silhouette, a breath, a voice. “Oh my God!” the voice gasped. “What are you doing here? Do you want to…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE The invisible force gripped me again. My feet moved like they weren’t mine. I tried to resist. “Please, Lord, I can’t… I can’t anymore.” My voice was barely a whisper. But the force dragged me down the corridor to the next door. It opened into something…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE I thought I couldn’t go any further. My body refused. My spirit screamed. My heart begged. I whispered through clenched teeth, “Please Lord, I can’t see any more. Let me stop here. I don’t want to know what’s behind the other doors.” I pressed my back…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE I could barely feel my legs anymore. My body was moving, but it didn’t belong to me. The invisible force dragged me out of the “factory of lies,”…a human butchery and back into the corridor. I collapsed against the wall, shaking. My mind tried to shut…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE I thought I had seen it all. The roasted body. The dismembered parts. The grinders. The sacks of minced flesh. But the force wasn’t done with me. My body moved again, stiff like wood, dragged toward the fourth door. My spirit begged, *Please Lord, no more.*…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE My scream echoed back at me, swallowed by the tiled corridor. The body hung lifelessly in that first room like meat on a butcher’s hook. Roasted. Darkened. Human. My chest burned as I struggled to breathe. My palms shook so badly I thought I would collapse….
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE The pull grew stronger. My legs felt like they were no longer mine. Each step was ordered by something beyond me. It dragged me past the sleeping quarters, past the vegetable garden at the back of the compound…straight toward an old abandoned-looking house. From afar, it…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE I gave in. Not because I wanted it. Not because it was holy. But because I was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of being locked in my own body. I let him touch me. I let him lay with me. And I wept. Not silent tears…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE That night felt like a thousand years. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t open my eyes. My body had become a cage and I was the prisoner inside. I felt him leave the room without touching me fully. But there was no relief. I was still locked…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE The room was beautiful, but beauty couldn’t fool my heart. As I walked slowly across it, tears still wet on my cheeks, I noticed small things that made me shiver. A perfume bottle half-empty on the dresser. A faint stain on one of the pillowcases. A…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE They turned my immediate surrender into a wedding. I never said “I do.” I never walked down an aisle. In one breath, Father Soji declared me a bride, and the whole hall shouted as if God Himself had come to join us together. There was no…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE The hall still roared from the last prophecy when the Iben Twin suddenly stiffened. His glazed eyes darted across the congregation as though a hidden hand was directing him. Then his voice rang out again: “Saint Oluchi!” The entire chapel fell silent. Oluchi froze where she…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE I froze at the back door, the chants deafening. But before I could push it open, Father Soji’s voice lashed through the air: “Bring her forward!” Saints rushed toward me like a tide. Hands grabbed my arms, my shoulders, my robe. I tried to resist, but…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE The entire chapel vibrated under the weight of chants. Tongues roared… Incense smoke curled toward the rafters. Then Father Soji rose. “My children!” His voice was thunder wrapped in velvet. “Tonight is not an ordinary vigil. Tonight we seal the covenant of Kairos. The Spirit has chosen…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE After Father’s public declaration/proposal, I stayed indoors.I only attended morning devotion.The rest of the day? I hid under my covers, pretending to sleep. By 5 p.m., I heard MS Laura’s rock-hard voice.“Are you okay?” I nodded weakly. “Father said you must not miss the Vigil.” Did I…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE For three days, the words of that strange man in my room haunted me.“Don’t struggle with it. It is ordained.” Ordained what? To marry Father? To be Eve 2.0? To drink dirty water from a well like in my vision? I was drowning in questions, and Cordelia…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE I went back to my room. The looks that followed me? Those looks could have escorted a person straight to the afterlife.Everywhere I turned, eyes. MS Laura didn’t even bother to hide her disdain…her face carried it like a billboard. Even Saint Oluchi, the extremely quiet one…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE “Should I run and risk being punished for walking out on Father? Should I tell him I’ll pray about it, and then actually hear God say it’s true?” No way! Both options looked like death traps. So I sat there frozen. “Do I take your silence as…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE “What’s the difference between Soji and Father?” I didn’t know when I voiced it out.It was supposed to be my brain talking to my brain. He smiled.“Soji is mortal, while Father is immortal.” Gbish gbish gbish!Somebody help me before I fall into hell. What?! Immortality? “I… I…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE The day felt like it had thirty-six hours instead of twenty-four because the next one hour felt like seven hours.I was told Father wanted to meet me in the Garden of Eden at 8 p.m. Why so late? Why the mystery? Why me? Couldn’t it wait till…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the DEEP ONE After Cordelia came out of Father’s quarters, I knew one thing for sure…I couldn’t wait any longer. If there was a test to write, if there was a way out, I was ready to risk it. Two days later, I walked boldly up to my Mentor…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE Cordelia didn’t come out for days. And when I say days, I mean days…three long nights that stretched like three years. After She had been summoned to Father’s quarters just vanished. And Guess What? No one spoke about her.No one even flinched.It was as if the entire…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE “Is it a written test?” I asked as we walked towards the dining hall. MS Laura didn’t even blink.“We are not allowed to discuss it.” That reply was as cold as soaked garri left out overnight. “So… does that mean you haven’t passed the test either?” I…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE As I stood fixated to the spot, ruminating over the words “Expecting you” in my head, I suddenly felt him walking back toward me. His presence was overwhelming, so even if you couldn’t see him , you could feel him. This time, he spoke very loudly, almost…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE I had heard about him.I kept hearing about him… silently.In the dining hall. In the bathroom.Although, only as whispers. I had seen him.Well, sort of. Not physically….online. I’m talking about no other person than Father. The General Overseer.The voice behind the veil.The god behind the doctrine. Before…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE I tried to move close to Cordelia stylishly, but a tall lady blocked me and whispered “New disciples are not allowed to mingle yet” she said with a half-smile. “You’ll have access once you ascend.” Ascend? I smiled. “Of course. I’m ready to ascend.” Nothing prepared me…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE So Tijesuni and I went to Mummy G.O’s office once again. This time, with holy boldness. “Mama, We need to go in,” Tijesuni said, her voice steady. “Jesus didn’t stay in heaven shouting prayers. He came down. We want to do the same.” Mummy G.O was silent….
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE We went the next day. We didn’t get past the gate. “Do you have a pass?” the security man asked. “Pass? For church?” I asked, bewildered. He smiled slightly. “You need to attend our discipleship class online and be approved. We don’t open our doors to just…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE They always say curiosity killed the cat. What they never tell you is that the cat didn’t die immediately. It played around the edge a bit, sniffed, tasted, even danced…until one day, it was too deep in to escape. That was Cordelia. The last time I saw…
©️ Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the DEEP ONE You see WHEN THE POWER BUG BITES, many lose their sense of reasoning…. From the diary of Mabel, daughter of Grace, eavesdropper of destinies A.k.A Mummy G.O’s P.A. I am sure you remember me from “BATTLE OF THE BRETHREN”… Well, I am here with another gist. It’s…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE When Brethren Dwell in Unity Here we are. This Is me, closing my diary… with a full heart.The final chapter. Because when grace finishes a story, it leaves no loose ends. Just mercy… and memories. It was two weeks after the Banquet. The air in Holy & Fire…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE The Banquet of the Broken Let me just say, if grace had a party, it would look like this. We called it “The Banquet of the Broken.” A thanksgiving service like no other. No color code.No special guest ministers.Just an open invite to anyone who had ever fallen,…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE By Tuesday week service, Mama invited T.J to her office…T.J walked in like she was walking on egg shells. But Mama reached for her hand and held it gently. “Tijesuni… I was wrong.” T.J. blinked. “I judged you before I truly discerned you. I let fear of the…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Mummy’s Moment When leaders break… revival deepens. This one had every woman in church weeping like children. It was meant to be a simple women’s fellowship meeting. Theme: “The Weight We Carry.” It was Meant to be light.Chiffon scarves.Small chops.Mama’s usual message about “balance between ministry and womanhood.”…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Story from the Heart The next Sunday? Church was full before 7:30 a.m. People that don’t come for first service were sitting on windows. Why? Because of the “announcement.” Word had gone round:“T.J. will be addressing the church this morning.” She had gone to speak with Daddy G.O…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Back-Door Attack I didn’t see this one coming. At all. Sunday after the vigil started on a good note.. Different atmosphere. Service started with silence.No “Praise the Lord” chant.No opening joke.Just people walking in with reverence, like they were entering a courtroom where mercy had just ruled in…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Battlefield Altar I still haven’t recovered from what I witnessed that night..Because when the altar becomes a battlefield, no title, no mic, no position can stand…only truth will stand. A lot had happened in just a short period… witches confessing that they wanted to kill our Mummy G.O…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Voice NoteI assure you, I didn’t sleep well after this one… Monday morning, 8:06 a.m. I was sipping ginger tea and trying to recover from Sunday’s “invisible glory but physical blackout” service when my phone buzzed. Group Chat: HolyFire Choir A voice note dropped. No caption.No explanation.No name….
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Sunday came.Big service. Revival banners already hung outside.“A NEW SOUND IS RISING.”How ironic. By 6:30 a.m., we were already running around … camera guys plugging wires, choir members in soft makeup, ushers wearing smiles like uniforms. But me? I was looking for T.J.Usually, she arrives before everyone.Sometimes helps…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE I overheard Daddy G.O. speaking with Mummy G.O. Their voices were low but loaded. The kind of conversation that made you pause outside the door and lean your ear without meaning to. The door was slightly opened. I could see Mummy G.O It was intense. “I don’t know…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Boardroom Fire Exactly one week after she came out of that spiritual shutdown,T.J. walked back into the church. No announcement.No fanfare.She just slipped into the back pew like someone checking if the storm had passed. People stared.Some greeted.Some pretended not to see her. But me?I was just watching….
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Dreams in Technicolor She was unconscious for three days. Not coma.Not sleep.Just… still…She was breathing. Like someone who left the room but forgot to take their body along. The nurse said, “Her vitals are fine, she’s just not responding.” I said, “Check her spirit. It’s doing conference call…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE By the end of this one, my hand was shaking as I wrote in my journal. The quarterly Leaders’ Retreat was supposed to be quiet.Closed-door.Invitation-only. Held in the side hall behind the main auditorium …small, cozy, no livestream.Just the core leaders, Daddy and Mummy G.O., and three ushers…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Cain’s Echo You see when jealousy takes the mic from the spirit, even dreams start turning into warnings and this one gave me goosebumps I haven’t even finished shaking off. The thing with envy is … it doesn’t just whisper. Once it enters the heart and finds space,…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Family Meeting Once leadership calls a “family meeting,” just know the matter don pass choir group chat… I was in that room, o. Front seat. No popcorn, just palpitations. When they said,“Leadership meeting … immediately after first service. Boardroom.”no one needed to ask why. We all knew. T.J…..
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Sunday of Stares They moved her. Quietly.Tactfully.No memo. No meeting.But choir arrangement that morning had changed and T.J. was told to sit among the congregation. “Just for now,” they said “Let’s allow the atmosphere settle.” Which atmosphere?The one we caused or the one God sent? I was standing…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE You see choir?Choir is like stew. When the ingredients are right… harmony, humility, Holy Ghost — the aroma sweetens the whole service.But when pride, envy, and spiritual eye-service enter… pepper go enter eye. The Sunday after Fire refresh, Instead of Fire for peace in the church, things came…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Old Prophet, New Games They brought in Prophet Amos Elijah for the midweek “Fire Refresh” service. I overheard Mama calling a fellow Pastor’s wife asking her to give her the contact of a powerful Man of God who could come refresh the fire in our Church.To me, it…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Let’s be honest…After glory comes gossip, and some brethren don’t rest until peace is peppered and this time, I’m fighting the urge to scream “Leave this girl alone!” It didn’t take long. By Sunday afternoon, two full days after the vigil, the WhatsApp statuses were heating up: “Be…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE The first thing I noticed that Friday night? T.J. came earlier than early. Not fashionably late like some fire-branded people who believe Holy Ghost starts at 1 a.m. She came before 8 p.m. Sat quietly at the back.Head down.Small jotter in hand. The all-night vigil was themed:“NO MORE…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE “Did you see her leave here this morning?” I asked the receptionist.“This morning?” I confirmed again.“Yes! She left around 6:30am… alone. Quiet. Just carried her bag and entered bike,” she replied. “Did she leave with the brother she came with?” I asked.“No. He left around 8am. Are they…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Prayer Mountain Detour There’s something about “let’s go to the mountain” that sounds so holy…Until you realize not every altar is built to honour God. When Sharon told me Pastor Dan had texted T.J. about a “private prayer retreat for mentorship,” something in my stomach turned. He made…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Mama’s Raised Brow This is still Mabel…Let’s step into the woman wing now…where side-eyes come with coded concern. This report is from the room where whispers become orders. If Daddy G.O. is the lion of Holy & Fire Altar Assembly, then Mummy G.O. is the velvet glove that…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Screenshots and Sub-tweets. In this generation, even church battles share in your data subscription. You pay for sub to read gist about who is dating who? Who is fighting who? Who is facing the disciplinary committee? And so on…. Well… This particular clip didn’t drain data, because it…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Mic Off, Heart On.. It’s me Mabel Again. No sugarcoating. Just the gist, raw and real. They finally gave her a mic. After almost eight weeks of watching from the sidelines, blending in, and minding her heaven-bound business, T.J. was asked to “just take the worship for five…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Two days later before Tuesday Bible Study, Edna was in Mama’s office discussing “departmental alignment.” Somehow, the topic swerved to T.J. “Mama, we thank God for new people. But leadership should be careful about who lays hands on the people.” Mama blinked. “Who’s laying hands?” “I’m just saying……
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE The Mentor Trap It’s Mabel here, still your gist plug, still collecting holy whispers from all corners. There are different types of pastors in every big church. There’s Daddy G.O. — the lion.There’s Mummy G.O. — the eagle.Then there’s Pastor Dan — the chameleon. Handsome. Calm voice. Always…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Offerings and Side-Eyes 5 weeks Later You know how there are some Sundays you don’t forget? That Sunday? Legendary. It was Testimony & Thanksgiving service—the kind that comes with matching Ankara, dancing with baskets of yam, and that one uncle who always forces his way to the mic…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE.. Murmurs After Midnight You see ehn, some things don’t happen in broad daylight. They happen after midweek service, when everybody has gone home, church is quiet, and WhatsApp starts to buzz. That night, I was in Mama’s parlour, helping her pick fabric for the upcoming women’s conference. She…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE Smoke at the Choir Stand!!! It didn’t take long. By the next Wednesday…midweek service..her name had already entered group chats. Not church announcements o, WhatsApp ones. You know those coded groups that have titles like “Choir Flow ” or “Pastor’s Media Soldiers”? Yeah. Those ones. People were asking…
©OPEYEMI AKINTUNDEAS INSPIRED BY THE CREATIVE ONE When She Walked In… You know that feeling when PHCN ( Power Company) brings light after two straight days of darkness? That shift in the air, the brightness…that’s how it felt the first Sunday she showed up. I was at the media desk, asking Bro Jude; Head of…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the Living Word They laughed. They mocked. They scoffed at us as “the dramatic sisters who thought they could pray their way into prosperity.” They took over everything. Tobe and the rest said things like: “Let’s see if speaking in tongues can build a house.” “All that fire fire prayer,…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the Living Word We never went back to our Father’s house. We forgot about all he left behind. No, that chapter had closed.We continued our lives. We agreed to trust God and see how He would colour up our lives. Instead, it was at Aunty Favour’s place a.k.a the Lighthouse…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD We didn’t sleep much that night. The weight of what was coming kept us alert. We had returned to Setemi’s house. My husband had called me an uncountable number of times. I told him he had to bring the paintings to Setemi’s house. Overnight, We prayed in…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD The room had grown quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like something sacred had just happened. Like the heavens were holding their breath. Aunty Favour walked slowly to where we were all kneeling. She placed her hands gently on our heads, one after the other. “The…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Take your positions,” Aunty Favour said gently, yet with authority. We rose to our feet slowly. Our bodies were weak, but our spirits were awakening. A holy anger was rising in me. Enough of crying. Enough of carrying what we didn’t cause. It was time to fight….
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Who were you begging?”Aunty Favour’s voice broke into my sobs as I struggled to catch my breath. “It was the victims,” I whispered hoarsely.“Everyone my father cut short their lives… I saw them all.They stated their reasons, and honestly, they were fair…fair to have done all that…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD Aunty Favour shut her eyes and asked us to begin with worship. She told us to call God beautiful names, to adore Him.She encouraged us to disregard all that we were going through and thank Him for the beautiful things we were still blessed with. I didn’t…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD Aunty Favour asked my sisters to guide me to a chair. I was literally shaking. What I had seen…the wickedness, the selfishness, the parenting soaked in selfishness and darkness…left me numb. If I could kill my father a second time, I would have done it in that…
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD I was still caught in the vision. The room shifted. The white wall faded into what looked like a wall with dried blood staining it. Another screen flickered to life. This time, I saw my father, hands trembling as he unwrapped a nylon package soaked in blood….
© Opeyemi AkintundeAs Inspired by the LIVING WORD “Ha! Never… God forbid!” my father exclaimed. I watched him storm out of the shrine-like room in haste. His face bore a look of fear and defiance, like a man clinging to the last strands of his humanity. It felt good… reassuring… knowing my father had some…
© 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…
© 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!”…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the LIVING WORD.. “Why is your father-in-law taking forever to get here?” Setemi asked, her voice laced with sarcasm as we all sat in the living room waiting impatiently. It was funny how none of us was even talking about burial plans. Right then, the door creaked open. Bolade,…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde The fear was evident on our faces. “What’s wrong?” Tobe taunted with a wicked grin. “The fear is real! You’ve suddenly realized all that noise since you got here was highly unnecessary.” He stood tall, pride in his voice. “Don’t tell me you’re scared that you won’t get anything. Don’t be… I…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde “What Will?” Morayo asked sharply. “Our father’s Will,” Tobe replied with a mocking smirk, enjoying every bit of the tension. “He was never your father,” Morayo snapped. “Yes! You were just an orphan he took in,” Setemi added, her voice rising with anger. “And what’s all this talk about a will? We…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde Tobe was older than Setemi. He was my step-cousin; my stepmother’s twin sister’s first son, whom she brought into her marriage with my father. If there was a word worse than Dominated… that would best describe what Tobe did to us, but in the absence of a worse word, I will say…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde “Mo’, how are you?” Adewale’s caring voice came through the phone. The way he asked “how are you?”…it was laced with so much genuine concern, I could feel it through the phone. “I’m not sure,” I replied softly. “I don’t know how to feel. I’m torn between anger, loss, grief… and other…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde “We are going to party hard, ‘cause it’s your father’s death day…Go shawty, it’s your father’s death day!” The chanting of multiple male voices grew louder as I sat in the kitchen, waiting for everyone’s arrival. Sometimes, I wondered why I was the way I was. Always caring, always trying to hold…
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde My name is Mololuwa Clarke, the third child of the Clarke Family. The name Mololuwa means “I Have God,” but growing up, everything surrounding my life and family seemed to contradict that meaning. The question that constantly lingered on my sisters’ lips and mine was… “Why was God so unfair to our…
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