They say that what belongs to you will never pass you by, and what does not belong to you will burn your hands if you try to hold it by force. This is the story of two sisters, identical in face but opposite in spirit. This is the story of how greed booked a first-class ticket to disgrace.
In the bustling town of Ibadan lived the Fijabi twins, identical but not in every way.
First, there was Olamiposi. Olamiposi was the kind of girl who treated the gate man with the same respect she gave the landlord.
She was a nurse at the general hospital. Hardworking and gentle.
“Mama, you have a headache. Father, touch my mother. Take away this pain. Give her rest. Mama, drink this pepper soup. It will make you sweat, and by tomorrow that malaria will be so scared it will run away.”
“It smells wonderful.”
She was the pride of her parents.
Then there was Olamide.
If Olamiposi was cool water, Olamide was kerosene waiting for a match. Olamide believed that work was for people who were cursed. She spent her days on Instagram and TikTok following celebrities and shouting “God when?” at every picture of a private jet. She was a slay queen without a kingdom.
While Olamiposi wore her nurse’s uniform with dignity, Olamide wore clothes that gave the elders high blood pressure.
They were identical. If they stood still and closed their mouths, you could not tell who was who. But the moment they spoke, the difference was clear. Olamiposi spoke with wisdom. Olamide spoke with attitude.
The trouble started when Dr. Femi met Olamiposi online.
Dr. Femi was a Nigerian veterinarian based abroad. He was a quiet, humble man who was looking for a wife with a good heart. He did not want a slay queen who only loved his money. He wanted a partner.
He and Olamiposi had been talking for six months. They video called every night. Olamiposi fell in love with his kindness, and Femi fell in love with her simplicity.
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