JEMIMA

Chapter 40

Ms. Kemi was one of the top-rated bloggers in the country and a radical feminist, with a serious dislike and hate towards the other gender. She delighted in finding justice for women who are victims of domestic violence. Besides that, she had an extreme and unexplained dislike for Ministers of God. And would stop at any level to get a minister who makes a mistake to pay triple for that.

It was rumored that her father was a minister of God and he molested her as a child. Ever since, she didn't care about men, most especially men in the ministry.

Monica was very sure Kemi would jump on the opportunity of a juicy headline. And satisfaction for her longing for the pain of men in the ministry. She didn't care that her name would be dragged into this, all she wanted was for Dele to pay. And have a taste of the miserable life she had lived all her life.

All she wanted was for Aderinsola to wish she didn't exist. And those smart and godly children they thought they had? It would be cool to find them displaced and heartbroken. Losing their identities and all of that.

She wanted to cause them pain. So much they would beg to die. And that was where Kemi came into the equation. She would play the victim and attract her sympathy. She could imagine the headlines in her head.

"Senior Pastor gets Church member pregnant ".

Oh, what beauty was it to see the church in disarray and confusion? How beautiful would it be to see the women who had sat together in church gossiping about her, having something new to talk about. How beautiful will it be that they know who each of them truly is? Bloody hypocrites. How beautiful!

" Hello Ms. Kemi", Monica said with a smirk on her face as soon as Timilehin her assistant gave her the phone.

"Ah, aunty mi!", Kemi locally greeted Monica. They were from the same village and Monica was slightly older.

" Kemi the blogger. How are you doing?" She asked

"I'm fine ma'am", Kemi answered. " What about Maria?"

"She's fine. She's doing a pre-degree program now".

" Oh wao, that's good. And her father?", Kemi asked.

Monica rolled her eyes at the mention of George.

"I don't know. And I don't even care".

" Finally sis. Finally, you see it. These men aren't worth the stress and years and commitment. After all, you did for that man. See!", Kemi said.

"I was a big fool Kemi. To think it took me years to realize that I could never do anything to make him stay", Monica said getting emotional.

" You don't have to beat yourself about it anymore. You are free now. Live your life to the fullest. At least you have some money from your dad's inheritance",

"Yes, Kemi. I'll do all that. But I got myself into another stupid thing. And this time I want the person to pay!",

" Really? Tell me more", Kemi said interested.

"I got pregnant", Monica said. If she was going to do this she was going to have to come out plain to Kemi.

" What! You are what?!"

"See. It was when George left me. I was broken. This person took advantage of my vulnerability at that time. He entered my life and now after he has used me, he wants to dump me just like George", Monica explained.

" Men! Men! Wicked souls. They only know how to feast on their victims. I'll deal with this one my self".

"The person will shock you", Monica said with a smirk.

" Who?" Kemi asked eagerly.

"A married man, and a popular pastor", Monica said and she could feel Kemi's excitement.

" Another pretender about to be thrown into Hades!"

    ~~~

Anne had gotten the leading to pray for her Dad. She had found it difficult to do that for a while, but she couldn't resist it any longer. After a dream, she had in the night.

Where she saw her father drowning in wide water, screaming desperately for help. She knew indeed he needed it. The love for her father crawled into her heart and was stronger than ever. She wanted to see her father and just pat him on the back and tell him all is well.

She called him, but for the first time. His line was unreachable. Wondering where her father could be she had called the gateman but was told he hadn't come back home for a long time. Precisely, the day after she had visited her mom.

She displaced worry which had began to creep in and choose to pray for her father. Prayers and prayers and prayers. She prayed, and prayed, for the man who was lost where no one knew.

      ~~~

Hadassah had waited for some minutes before Aderinsola arrived. Before Derin got there. Hadassah said a prayer and invited the holy spirit to the meeting beforehand.

Derin looked wasted and tired. Behind her big dark glasses were red and puffy eyes. And a result of endless tears and a sleepless night. She wore a red wrapped dress, with no jewelry of any sought. Her natural hair was packed into a bun. And she wore simple Gold slippers.

"Mrs. Adewale. Good afternoon ma", Hadassah greeted Derin.

" Mrs. Joseph. Thank you ma", Derin said with a small smile and sat on the seat opposite hers.

"Thanks so much for honoring my invitation", Hadassah said. Derin smiled.

" It's okay ma", Derin responded.

The waiter walked up to them and dropped drinks on the table.

"Thanks for this!", Derin appreciated.

" It's nothing", Hadassah said observing the sad and broken woman sipping her drink just in front of her.