© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word I went home that day carrying a secret that was heavier

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD I’ll never forget the echo of jubilant drumming that morning, the village

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “I used to have it all,” Rita said, staring at the

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Martha had seen Jesus many times. He had eaten at their

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “Naomi, I need you to…” But Naomi was already halfway down

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD Tola sat alone in the room where joy used to live.

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word Martins called the so-called supplier of shoes right there in the

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD I remember the conversation like it was yesterday. During a youth

© Opeyemi Akintunde AS Inspired by THE LIVING WORD “God, I thought I passed this test already.” That was Shola’s

©Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by The LIVING WORD In the realm of the spirit, destinies shine like stars. Some shine

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by THE LIVING WORD Tola had always prayed for a divine assignment. She imagined it

© Opeyemi Akintunde As Inspired by the Creative Word “Courier business?” I asked again, like hearing it twice would make