THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401 (Part 9&10) – OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE

“THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401″(Part 9)

©Opeyemi Akintunde

As I drove close to my mother’s house, I realized the drum beating was from my mother’s house.

There was a feast going on, my younger sister was having her Marriage introduction (a mini feast to know the immediate family of the groom). The moment I parked, the drum ceased…

My mother was shocked to See Me.  I am sure she was torn between running towards me in excitement and showing her anger towards me.  Maami and I had not spoken in the past two years, because of my disobedience to her as regards coming to do a ritual, precisely to carry a sacrifice to appease one of the Orishas to aid my fruitfulness….

We stopped speaking two years ago after a very hot argument, but I never stopped sending her money through her bank account…

My sisters ran towards me in excitement, the drummers moved towards me as I began to spray them money…

They were singing… “Orishamuyiwa tii wale” (Orishamuyiwa has come home)… I walked towards my mother and knelt before her, asking for her forgiveness, my mother turned her face to the other side…  ————————————————————-

“You have to give birth to the child, the gods forbid I tamper with their works, Do you know how many sacrifices I carried on your behalf… This is the doings of the gods”…

My mother said at night when we sat down to discuss my ordeal.  What was my mother saying, No wonder we were never on the same page…

“Maami, how did adultery become a way of your gods answering prayers?” I said in disbelief at my mum’s mindset…

” Orishamuyiwa,  the truth is,  in what has been written about your destiny,  You and your dead husband were not destined to have children together, ….that man Larry , your keyboardist or what do you call his name is the one your destiny matches with….

So that useless talk about killing him is totally nonsense… What is wrong with being a second wife? It is destiny…. Accept it… ”

It dawned on me why I shouldn’t have come to Igbonla, my mother was going to complicate matters, and this was exactly why I left Igbonla years ago…

I didn’t want to turn out like my mother, she was married Four times, my three sisters are my stepsisters….

One daughter, one husband….  This was not the advice I needed, Maami was only going to complicate matters…. I slept off that night with a bigger plan in mind….

Early the next morning, I set out to boy’s corner in Igbonla, that was where all the rogues, touts, robbers, cultists sit to smoke and drink all day….  Stepping down from my car, I tried to see if there was anyone I could recognize, when I heard my name….

“Oosamuyiwa…. A. K. A Grace the Singer, wetin you dey find? “I could not recognize the face instantly, but looking intently, it was Ifakolade, my first crush as the age of 10.

We were always called husband and wife when we were younger.  His teeth had turned brown from smoking…

We exchanged pleasantries and we had time to talk.  I narrated my ordeal and told him I needed someone to kill Larry for me…

Ifakolade told me he was up-to the task and we bargained Four hundred thousand Naira of which, I paid him half of the money instantly.. How desperate I was!!!

Two days later, Ifakolade brought me BAD news, they had gone to Larry’s house in the city and shot at him, only for the gun to have no effect…. Larry took the gun and shot one of the boys that went with Ifakolade

(Ifakolade only brother).  He then asked Kolade to deliver a message to Grace…. It was a written note…

“Grace, do you think you are dealing with a boy? What I felt you before has become full blown enmity.. Be ready for war, I know where you are, by the time you will be reading this note, you will be putting on a red top and white trouser….

that is to let you know… I am ahead of you…I am coming for you soon to take something precious ”  My hands were like Jelly,  I was really putting on red top and white trouser…

I realized I was in soup,  Larry was no ordinary human being,  now I knew I needed supernatural powers,  that was more than Larry’s…. This was not going as planned….

Ifakolade was lamenting over the loss of his brother, telling me why didn’t I tell him Larry was diabolically empowered….. I was blank…. Larry was a Christian or so I thought…. Hot tears dropped from my eyes, the baby inside me kicked and that moment I felt like stabbing the seed of the monster inside me…. Suddenly, I heard a loud cry from inside the room, I dashed in…. What I saw made me pee on my body…

My youngest sister was dead…. I knew Larry did this…. It gets deadlier after this, all because of one night of adultery….Continue reading my tale, and be ready to cry for me….

To be continued…. Did you ever suspect Larry was this evil…..?

“THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401″(Part 10)
©Opeyemi Akintunde

I was told someone was outside asking to See Me.  I thought it was one of the villagers coming to ask for money, because ever since I got to the village, it had been one villager after another coming to ask me for money…

I told my immediate younger sister to discharge him,  but she insisted I see him as he was a stranger and he asked of me by the name ” Sis Grace”…That caught my attention,  immediate fear gripped my heart as I hoped it was not Larry.

I ran out of the house through the back door to escape, and hideously stole a peek at who it was…. It was a strange man with a Bible under his arm.  I looked around and there was no sight of danger.

I walked towards him and as he saw me coming, he had the best and most innocent smile I had seen in a long time…

“Sis Grace! I knew my eyes could not deceive ME, I said it, I knew it was you I saw yesterday, when I drove past here, “then he looked down at my bulgy stomach

“Hallelujah! God has done it… Okay… No wonder you came here to hide from the public eye… That is wisdom MA… The thing is I have been one of your secret intercessors, praying that the Lord will bless you with the fruit of the womb…

Sis Grace, you don’t know who you are to me, you are my personal bishop, your songs are the messages I listen to day and night and the way you sing with our native Yoruba Language makes it drive home your message into my soul “… He said

This man must have spoken excitedly for over 5 minutes without me uttering a word…. I just kept giving fake smiles as the conversation warranted….

“Sis Grace, the best time of my life was after I Lost my beloved wife, I thought I was going to die, but your song was my daily capsule of hope…. Now, I think this is the best time to pay you back, you know ma, now I

know why God brought me here…. You see I was just newly posted here as the branch pastor of our church in Igbonla….

I was a bit angry, but now I know God brought me here to keep interceding for your safe delivery…. You shall deliver this baby with ease, this baby shall be a great baby, this baby shall grow up to do great works for the Lord, this baby shall…..”

“Enough pastor, please with all due respect I don’t need all these prayers. I am fine… the GOD of the Christians have failed me,  I am no longer Sis Grace,  I am now Orishamuyiwa,  I am back to the gods of our fathers.. Thank you for stopping by…”

I walked back into the house and from what my younger sister told me, the man stood in that position for over 45 minutes like someone who had seen a ghost…He left much later really downcast.

Later, that evening Ifakolade paid me a visit, and I saw him and my mother having a secret discussion. After the discussion Ifakolade walked up to me…

“Oosamuyiwa, the loss of my brother cannot be in vain, and the death of your sister and husband cannot be in vain either….

Who does this Larry think he is? , wherever he thinks he got his charm from, I know somewhere deadlier to go to…

I just came to inform you I am going on a revenge mission and your mother is in support…

All I need from you is financial support, I am going to spiritually reinforce against Larry, so whatever money I am told to bring, you will have to bear it… So are you in OR….? “…He said in my local dialect

“I am in…. I don’t have any choice anymore… He is after my life too…. Just tell me what it cost and I will pay….”

My mother took Ifakolade to the most terrible herbalist in all of the 6 towns that makes our local government… Baba Jawegbona.

I was told Jawegbona said Larry was the son of an herbalist and had been fortified heavily, and could not be easily destroyed.

He said no bullet could ever penetrate his body except if a man and woman who are married, hold a gun together to shoot at him in unity….

Only then could a gun penetrate into his body as the blood of a couple was used in the preparation of the charm used in fortifying him.

In essence, my mother and Ifakolade came back with the news that if I wanted revenge, I needed to marry Ifakolade and together pay Larry a visit… So with hands in unity, we will shoot Larry dead….

Did this make sense in anyway….? Me?  Marry Ifakolade…..

Ifakolade was ready, he didn’t mind I was pregnant, the fire of revenge was burning in Him…

He said he didn’t mind sleeping with me while pregnant to consummate the marriage, and thereafter, we go to the city to finish Larry… He went further to promise that after the killing, we could go our separate ways…

It looked simple but the part I didn’t like was that I will have to sleep with Ifakolade too, making it 3 men…. Was I not gradually becoming like my mother and was the search for revenge not going to give birth to something else???

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