THAT NIGHT IN ROOM 401 PART 22


©Opeyemi Akintunde
I walked into the police station,
I could literally hear my
heartbeat sounding loud and
clear. I stopped in my tracks as
I heard a voice telling me to turn back. No! I was going to own up. I had
done all the necessary things, I had given my properties and money to
Churches, Charity Organizations, my Family, Friends who needed money,
because I was sure I was going to be sentenced to death.
As I stepped before the police counter, the front desk officer was listening
to one of my ever green tracks on his tiny phone. The moment he
recognized me, he was over the moon. I didn’t want to spoil his mood, so
I asked to see the D.P.O. The scenario was almost the same inside the
D.P.O’s office, but after we exchanged the pleasantries, I owned up to the
death of Larry and Gbenga. He was shocked to say the least. He stood
up for over five times, visiting the rest room three times, before saying
anything to me…
“Sis Grace, honestly I am short of words, my love for you wants me to tell
you to go home and sin no more, but my heart tells me you have done the
right thing, because someday, the truth will eventually come out, and if it
is the police that begins to look for you, it will become messy for you and
the body of Christ… hmm… I will pray for you that Mercy and Grace will
speak for you. Oh my God” I could see tears in his eyes.
He called some officers and asked them to take me to the commissioner
of police without handcuffs. As I was leaving his office, he couldn’t control
his tears as he burst out loud in tears….and he knelt on the floor with
heads bowed in prayer…
That was how my journey started, I was all over the news, I was criticized
for being a murderer and hypocrite, Journalists and comedians made amockery out of me, while others saluted my courage. The body of Christ
stood for me encouraging me for my boldness. Fathers of faith in Nigeria
and neighboring countries where I had gone to minister held prayer
programs for me. My name Grace was really speaking for me…
I went to court, and Musa, Larry’s security man testified against me,
stating that the way I described that night was exactly the way things were,
even though he didn’t see Ifakolade and I.
In between my court session, the Judge handling my case asked to see
me…
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“Sis Grace, your story has taught me a whole lot… that one little sin has
a ripple effect, creating more sins… According to the Law, I ought to
sentence you to death, but I owe you a great deal…”he said not
maintaining eye contact with me…
“Owe me?” I asked calmly
“My only daughter had the S.S genotype since she was born, our minds
were never settled over her, until one day you came to minister in our
Church in Ibadan. You ministered your song, “Yi aiye mi si rere” (Change
my Life for good). My daughter told me she sang that song with all her
strength that night.
While she slept that night, she said she had a dream of you taking her
into a big hospital and you handed her over to a doctor, telling the doctor,
you wanted him to do a change of blood for her. My daughter woke up
that morning shouting that Jesus had changed her blood. She went for a
test that same day, and her genotype had changed to AA… Sis Grace,
your ministry gave my daughter life, now do you expect me to take your
own life? Or how do you expect me to silence that voice that sent
deliverance into my family….
My Judgement will be very biased today, but I know it is Grace speaking
for you, because as we speak , there are thousands of lives your ministry
has blessed, that are presently on their knees praying for you, including
my daughter and wife…”I went out weeping, wondering what Kind of Grace, God was showing me,
I stood in the box wondering what the Judge had for me.
“This is my Judgement, for being truthful and surrendering yourself to the
authority, for pleading Guilty and ready to receive the punishment you
deserve, you have been sentenced to Life imprisonment. However, prior
to your misbehavior, It is a known fact that you have been using your voice
to make the society a better place, therefore you will be granted free studio
sessions under the supervision of appropriate authority to produce more
music for the profiting of the society. This must happen while still putting
on your Prison wear… That is my judgement”…
A new song just popped out of my mouth right there in the court….
“You love me more than I deserve
You care for me more than I deserve
You treat me right more than I deserve
You love me more than I deserve
Hold me by the hands
And lead on the way you want
Cos’
You Love me more than I deserve
You care for me more than I deserve
You treat me right more than I deserve
You Love me more than I deserve…
I was singing in tears, was this a Judgement, or a show a mercy. So, I had
been given the opportunity to still sing for God while in prison and the
government was going to pay for all my studio sessions, as the police took
me towards the Black van, I saw people who my ministry had blessed
crying and singing the new song with me…A particular boy of about 10 years, rushed towards me and hugged me
so tightly, I didn’t recognize him, but I saw love in his eyes for me, the
police left him for a while, he said to me while crying and hugging me
tightly…
“You have been my mother since I lost my mother, your music has been
your way of teaching me… now, you are also leaving me…”
Those words broke my heart, I wanted to tell him I was sorry for
disappointing him, but the officers pulled him back from me … I was
crying, but yet I tried to give a smile to my fans to let them know that I had
received mercy…I was receiving the punishment of my wrong deeds here
on earth, even with a great show of Mercy.
I was happy somewhere in my heart…but suddenly I saw him
again…Among the Large crowd, I saw the man who looked like Daniel.


To be continued…
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