THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401 (Part 1 & 2) – OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE

“THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401″(Part 1)
©Opeyemi Akintunde

I was at that point in my music career when my voice was the hit… I was a Gospel Musician but with a very unique voice and style of music.

Larry was my keyboardist, He was divinely anointed to play the Keyboard. He was married and I was too….  He just knew how to play the right tune…. He gave my music its style…

Our families knew each other well, my husband never saw him as a threat, and neither did his wife have a problem with us travelling around for sold out shows….

He was the instrument, I was the voice… A match ordained by God to bless lives…. Emotions started getting in the way, I started seeing ways in which he was better than my husband.

He started seeing how we fit each other perfectly…  We couldn’t help each other as sometimes we would shed tears of wishing we were married to each other. Our thought was If we were married, we would be a couple doing great exploits for the LORD…

Sometimes I felt like hugging him so tight and it took strong will not to touch his soft lips… He sometimes would give me a big hug after our show, onlookers thought it was just a professional hug,

but he would whisper “I love you more than anything in this world, I wish you were mine” It was genuine, I loved him and He loved me… But we were married to other people!

Before I go on in my tale,  what do you think I should have done?… if you were in my  shoes,  What would you have done???? I need your genuine answers….

“THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401″(Part 2)
©Opeyemi Akintunde

I can imagine a lot of solutions you would have come up with about my dilemma but “It is Easier said and advised than done”…

My situation was like that of a person caught between Pharaoh and the “red sea”… I was in a marriage where circumstances beyond my control was the basis for the marriage.

I married my husband at the age of 19 as a way out of poverty to take care of my Single Diabetic mother and my three younger sisters…

So to be honest, I had never felt Love all my life till I met Larry, my keyboardist… Even God knew this was the first time I had ever felt the thing called ” LOVE”….Point of correction, it wasn’t lust, I felt LOVE…the love that tore at my heart….

Love that made me happy but yet couldn’t  be expressed. This made me lose weight. I tried to back off, I tried looking for another keyboardist, But….

Unfortunately for me, Larry was the kind of man I wanted, He was spiritual( He was full of the Word of God, we prayed for hours together), He was musically inclined, He knew how to make me laugh till I had tears in my eyes, something my husband never achieved for years of being married.

I faked my happiness, and the only thing that ever made me smile was my MUSIC… And Larry was in my Music… My in-laws did not make matters easy, as Daniel and I were not from the same tribe, my husband was Igbo, and the fact I was Yoruba was not acceptable…,

I always felt misplaced, But Larry, my keyboardist was from my tribe, and this made us jell well. Also, there is something I haven’t mentioned, My husband Daniel had been declared Medically infertile, he had what was called ” NO SP€RM count”….

but Larry, my keyboardist was so fertile he had 4 girls and 2 boys with his wife… Now do you see why, I wept on nights when I wished I was married to Larry….

Before I go on in my tale, was I wrong to have had this thoughts, and wish? I need your sincere answers….

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