Ayoola is spoiled by their mother and was favored by everyone. Showered with beauty in abundance, Ayoola has always stolen the show from her older sister who is the quintessence of a plain Jane. There is a glaring dichotomy in their physical presence as well that has created an abyss between the two sisters. It is not only in virtues do the two sisters differ. Ayoola is her antithesis – lazy and easy-going. Hardworking Korede is on her way to being promoted as the head nurse of the hospital that is employing her. Born to an influential father and a timid mother, the sisters grew up in the affluent part of Lagos. With her powerful and imaginative writing, she conjured sisters Korede and Ayoola. Perhaps inspired by this short and thought-provoking tale, Nigerian author Oyinkan Braithwaite made her own modern spin. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.” ~ Oyinkan Braithwaite, My Sister, the Serial Killer “The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. This story would ring a bell on many because it was passed on as a representation of the ageless and ubiquitous adage that blood is always thicker than water, that in the end, one will find help not in the company of friends but rather in those who are related to him by blood. but when the brothers were confronted by the police, it was discovered that the body the brothers were disposing of was not that of a human but that of a dog. On the other hand, the murder was reported to the police. Perplexed but without a second thought, the older brother helped the younger brother. He confessed to his brother that he has murdered someone and he needs someone to help him bury the body. He has already sought his closest friends’ help but it was all for naught. One day, the younger brother, out of the blue, visited his older brother to seek his help.

There is a renowned anecdote about two brothers who were torn apart by different circumstances.

My sister is a serial