Daily Stories

© 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…