"THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401"(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 SPERM
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...