Daily Stories

© 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…

© 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…