SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 16.

SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 16.

SISTER’S AT WAR, EPISODE 16.

That morning, Amaka got to her shop, but she wasn’t herself. She sat down quietly, staring at the table where their provisions were kept. Her heart felt heavy, and her eyes were dull. The words of Obiora kept ringing in her head “Amaka, I love you.”

She smiled sadly, thinking about how everything was turning against her. She couldn’t believe her sister, Ijeoma, was now trying to take the same man she loved.

Amaka sighed deeply and stood up slowly. She brought out the provisions one after another tins of milk, sugar, biscuits, soap and began to arrange them gently on the table. She had no strength or joy in her heart.

When customers came to buy things, she couldn’t even answer them well. She would just stare at them blankly until they got tired and left. Some of the neighbors passing by began to whisper, wondering if amaka was still in the shop

Later that afternoon, her mother, Nneka, returned from the market. When she entered the shop, she saw Amaka sitting alone, lost in thought.

“Amaka…” her mother called.

No answer.

“Amaka!” she called again.

Still no reply.

The third time, Amaka turned slowly. “Mama, you’re back,” she said weakly.

Her mother frowned. “Amaka, what is it? I’ve been calling you since. You didn’t even hear me.”

Amaka shook her head. “Nothing, Mama. I’m fine.”

Nneka sat beside her. “Are you sure, my daughter?”

“Yes, Mama, I’m fine.”

“Where is your sister?” Nneka asked.

Amaka gave a bitter laugh. “Where else could she be if not in Obiora’s house?”

Her mother sighed deeply. “Hmm… I don’t understand that girl anymore. Instead of her to come here and help you with sales, she went to Obiora’s house again?”

Amaka’s voice broke. “Mama, my sister is really frustrating my life. She doesn’t want me to have peace. She doesn’t want my happiness at all.”

“Ohh, nwam…” her mother said softly, touching her shoulder.

“Mama, I don’t like this fight between us,” Amaka continued, her eyes filling with tears. “But I can’t leave Obiora for her. I love him. I love him with all my heart. I know she doesn’t even love him she’s only doing this to hurt me.”

Her mother held her hand gently. “No, Amaka, please don’t talk like that again. You both are sisters”

“Mama, she’s not acting like one!” Amaka interrupted sharply. “I’ve made up my mind. I won’t fight her again, but one thing I know is that I will never allow her to take Obiora from me. Not under my watch.”

Her mother shook her head sadly. “Please don’t fight her again, my daughter. I’ll talk to her myself. I really don’t know what has gotten into her.”

Just then, their neighbor, Mama Edu, entered.

“Ah, Mama Ijeoma, so you people are here o. Customers have been coming and going, but no one attended to them,” she said. “Na wa o!”

She shook her head and went back to her shop.

Nneka turned to Amaka quickly. “What is she saying? Amaka, don’t tell me you haven’t sold anything since morning?”

Amaka looked down. “Mama, I haven’t.”

Her mother gasped. “Why? So it’s true what Mama Edu said. Amaka, you better stop thinking about Obiora and your sister and focus on your life. Don’t let this matter destroy your future.”

Amaka wiped her tears quietly and nodded.

That same afternoon, Ijeoma was at Obiora’s house. She swept his compound neatly, washed his clothes, cleaned the chairs, arranged his bed, and even cooked for him.

Obiora sat outside watching her, confused but smiling.

He thought to himself, “What has gotten into Ijeoma? Why is she suddenly acting like this?”

He loved Amaka truly, but Ijeoma’s sudden change was confusing him. She was acting like a real wife, and he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Later, Amaka came back from the market. She wanted to surprise Obiora with food, but when she entered the compound, she saw Ijeoma cleaning the veranda.

The moment Ijeoma saw her, she hissed and turned away. Amaka ignored her completely and walked straight to the kitchen to start cooking.

While she was cooking, Ijeoma entered.
“What do you think you’re doing, Amaka?” she asked harshly. “Can’t you see I’m already here? Who told you to cook in my man’s kitchen?”

Amaka ignored her and continued humming a song softly. That made Ijeoma angrier. She walked to the fire and carried the pot of soup Amaka was cooking and before Amaka could stop her, she poured it away.

Amaka jumped up. “Ijeoma! What did you just do?”

“Oh, so you can talk now!” Ijeoma shouted. “You were keeping quiet like a statue since, making me look stupid. Don’t ever try cooking for Obiora again!”

At that moment, Obiora heard their voices and rushed into the kitchen.
“What is going on here?” he asked.

“Ask her!” Amaka shouted, pointing at Ijeoma. “She poured my food away!”

Obiora turned to Ijeoma. “Why would you do that, Ijeoma?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she barked. “How can another woman be cooking for you when I’m still here? Who does that, Obiora?!”

Amaka’s face tightened. “Ijeoma, you’re biting more than you can chew. I’m warning you.”

Ijeoma hissed. “Warn yourself!”

Before anyone could say another word, Amaka picked up the pot, washed it, and poured water to cook again. But Ijeoma quickly grabbed it and poured the water away.

That was the last straw Amaka jumped at her, and they began to fight right there in the kitchen. Plates scattered, spoons fell, and the pot rolled to the floor.

Adaku came running in from outside. “Ijeoma, beat her well! Don’t allow her to win!” she shouted, clapping her hands.

Obiora tried to separate them, but they pushed him aside. He got tired and finally shouted, “Can the both of you stop this nonsense!”

Immediately, they froze.

“What is wrong with the two of you?” he shouted. “How can sisters be fighting each other because of a man?!”

“It’s her, Obiora!” Ijeoma shouted. “Better warn this stupid girl!”

“Are you not ashamed of yourself?” Obiora said to them, his voice shaking with anger. “Just look at what you’re doing, fighting over me.”

“You know what? Both of you should leave. Now! Leave my house!” he shouted.

Ijeoma turned quickly. “You heard him, leave!”

Amaka gave her one sharp look and walked away quietly.

“And you,” Obiora turned to Ijeoma. “What are you still doing here?”

“Brother, leave her na,” Adaku said.

“Leave now, Ijeoma! I said leave!” Obiora shouted again.

Ijeoma’s face burned with shame and anger. She hissed and walked away, with Adaku following behind.

Obiora sat down, holding his head. He was tired of everything. He didn’t want to be the reason two sisters were fighting. He thought of Amaka and how much she loved him. Then he thought of Ijeoma and how she suddenly began acting like a wife.

He sighed deeply, got up, packed a few clothes into his bag, and walked out of the compound.

Along the road, he saw Ijeoma and Adaku talking. When they saw him, they froze. Adaku quickly ran to him.

“Brother, where are you going to?” she asked.

“I’m going back to where I came from,” he said coldly.

“Looking like this? Brother, talk to me now,” she begged.

“It’s none of your business,” he said.

Ijeoma’s eyes filled with tears. “Obim, please don’t go,” she cried.

Obiora stopped, sighed, and looked at her sadly. “I don’t want to die before my time,” he said quietly and walked away.

“Brother, please don’t go ooo!” Adaku cried after him, but he didn’t look back.

Some hours later, Adaku came running into Ijeoma’s compound shouting.
“Ijeoma! Ijeoma!”

Amaka was outside with her mother, plucking vegetables. They both looked up, surprised.

Adaku ran straight to the door, panting. “Ijeoma! My brother! My brother!”

Ijeoma rushed out. “What happened to him?”

Amaka dropped the vegetables. “What happened to Obiora?!” she asked fearfully.

Adaku burst into tears. “Obiora had an accident ooo! He had an accident!”

“Jesus!” Ijeoma shouted.

“Accident?!” Amaka screamed, her heart racing.

“He was rushed to the hospital,” Adaku cried.

“Which hospital?! Please, let’s go!” Ijeoma shouted and ran out. Amaka turned quickly to her mother.

“Mama, I’m coming!” she said and ran after them.

Nneka dropped the tray of rice she was picking and sighed. “Obiora accident kwa… Chineke mee,” she muttered, her face full of worry.

To be continued….

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