SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 14.

SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 14.

SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 14.

After Obiora finished eating, he sat down on the sofa to rest. Adaku sat beside him and touched his hand gently.

“Brother, Ijeoma really likes you,” she said softly. “She can’t do without you. Please, give her a chance.”

Obiora frowned. “Which Ijeoma are you talking about?”

“My friend Ijeoma,” Adaku answered quickly. “I know she insulted you before, I know she rejected you. But she did all that because she loves you.”

Obiora shook his head. “Adaku, what are you saying? How can someone show love by insulting me?”

“Please, brother,” Adaku begged. “Forgive her. She begged me yesterday to talk to you.”

Obiora sighed. “Okay… but what about Amaka?”

Adaku’s face changed. “Leave Amaka, brother. I don’t even like that girl.”

At that moment, Amaka entered and heard her words. She stopped, sighed heavily, and walked straight inside without saying anything.

Later that evening, Amaka came home, her face full of anger. Ijeoma, who was already jealous, looked at her and asked sharply,

“Amaka, where are you coming from?”

Amaka turned. “And how is that your business? Since when did you start monitoring me?”

“I called you three times!” Ijeoma shouted. “You don’t even respect your elder sister again.”

Before Amaka could reply, their mother came in. “What is the problem this time?” she asked.

“Mama, can you imagine?” Amaka said angrily. “Ijeoma is telling me to leave Obiora for her. After she rejected and insulted him, now she wants him back.”

Their mother’s eyes widened. “Ah ah, Ijeoma, why? Do you want to start another fight? Why not leave Obiora for Amaka since you said you don’t like poor boys?”

Ijeoma’s eyes filled with tears but her voice was firm. “Mama, I never said I don’t love Obiora. I loved him all this while, but I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you people to call me cheap for loving a poor man. But Mama, Obiora is the love of my life. I know he is poor now, but one day he will be rich.”

Her mother shook her head. “Ijeoma, are you okay at all?”

Ijeoma stood up, shouting. “Mama, I must marry Obiora. I will never allow my younger sister to marry before me. If I can’t have him, then nobody will!”

Amaka jumped up too. “Then let’s see who wins! Obiora loves me. He cannot leave me for you.”

Ijeoma hissed. “You don’t know me. I have my ways. I can make any man fall in love with me without stress.”

Their mother shouted, “Ijeoma! How many times did I call you?” But Ijeoma only hissed louder and walked away. Amaka sat and cried while her mother consoled her.

The next morning, Amaka fetched water to bathe. She left her bucket outside and went inside to collect her soap. When she came back, the bucket was empty. She looked around until she saw Ijeoma walking out of the bathroom, towel on her chest, water dripping from her body.

“Ijeoma! Why did you use my water to bathe?” Amaka shouted.

Ijeoma hissed. “And so what? Are you the owner of all the water here? You wanted to rush and bathe so you can go to Obiora’s house, abi? Desperate goat!”

Amaka’s eyes widened. “Ijeoma, you are very stupid. If you think I will ever leave Obiora for you, then you must be mad!”

Before she could say more, Ijeoma gave her a hot slap. Pah! “So you now talk to me anyhow? Small rat like you!”

Amaka staggered but quickly rushed at her. She tried to pull her towel and both of them fell to the ground, fighting like wild cats. They pulled each other’s hair, scratched their faces, shouting insults.

“You shameless w!tch!” Amaka screamed. “You rejected Obiora before, now you want him back because he loves me. Ash@wo sister!”

“You hungry skeleton!” Ijeoma shouted back. “You think you can drag man with me? Look at you, wearing borrowed slippers. Obiora will never choose you. Tufiakwa!”

“Better skeleton than a rejected prostitute like you!” Amaka spat. “You are a disgrace. You will die single in this house!”

“You illiterate goat!” Ijeoma bit her arm. “If not for me, nobody will even know you in this village. Obiora is mine. If you don’t leave him, I will scatter this whole family!”

Their noise drew neighbors. People shouted, “Ewoo, sisters are fighting again ooo!” Their parents rushed out, trying to separate them, but the girls continued dragging each other, scattering buckets and plates.

When they were finally pulled apart, both stood panting, clothes almost torn. But even then, their mouths did not rest.

Amaka cried, “Obiora is mine! He said he loves me and he can never choose you. Dirty hypocrite!”

Ijeoma pointed a shaking finger. “Mark my words, Amaka. If I don’t take Obiora from you, then I am not Ijeoma. Over my dead body will I allow you to marry him!”

The neighbors whispered among themselves, shaking their heads. The two sisters glared at each other with fire in their eyes, their hearts filled with jealousy and anger all because of one man, Obiora.

To be continued……..