Blood Sisters Season 2 is a repeat performance of the first season, except it is more Hollywood-ised, less technically capable, and happens to be both a courtroom drama and a prison drama in addition to its Thelma-and-Louise-on-the-run trope.
By Vivian Nneka Nwajiaku
It has been four years since EbonyLife and Netflix collaborated to dish out the hit Nigerian original series, Blood Sisters (2022), a crime thriller billed as a miniseries. For all its flaws (some of which I noted in my review at the time), Blood Sisters felt like a breath of fresh air; though in retrospect, I now wonder if it only felt that way because it was the first Ebonylife-Netflix outing since the disastrous Chief Daddy 2 (2022) tarnished whatever goodwill the first Chief Daddy (2018) had managed to gain.
That inability to let sleeping dogs lie—or should I say EbonyLife’s tendency to revisit flawed but exciting releases hoping to milk them for commerce—has now led to Blood Sisters losing its limited series classification. The blood sisters, played by Nancy Isime and Ini Dima-Okojie, return in a second season where they spend four episodes dealing with the repercussions of the actions they took in the first episode of the first season.
To run through how we got here, Blood Sisters Season 2 follows best friends Sarah (Dima-Okojie) and Kemi (Isime), who become fugitives when Kemi kills Sarah’s abusive fiancé, Kola Ademola (Deyemi Okanlawon), on their wedding day, and both women hack the body to pieces and bury the parts in a shallow grave. Because Kola was the most beloved member of a wealthy and powerful family, Sarah and Kemi spent the four-part first season attempting to escape getting caught by the police or killed by the Ademolas, especially the ruthless matriarch, Uduak (Kate Henshaw).
By the end of that season, Sarah and Kemi resolve to stop running, but they also run into luck. Timeyin (Genoveva Umeh), the wildcard of the Ademola family, takes it upon herself to end her family’s reign. She shoots the family henchman Uncle B (Ramsey Nouah), her eldest brother Femi (Gabriel Afolayan), and Femi’s wife Olayinka (Kehinde Bankole). When the screen fades to black, Uduak is staring down the barrel of her gun.
At the start of Blood Sisters Season 2, we find out that only one of those gunshots served its purpose. Kola remains the only dead member of the Ademola family, but Femi is now paralysed. Uncle B is well and truly dead, though, and we meet his son “B Junior” (Ben Touitou), who is out for revenge. The problem is that B Junior has his sights set on the wrong people, to the benefit of the Ademolas.
You see, the Ademola family has closed ranks, despite their internal squabbles. In fact, Timeyin is now in charge of the family business. Kemi and Sarah now stand accused of more than Kola’s death and desecration; they are now standing trial for the murder of Uncle B and the attempt on the lives of the remaining Adebayos. And guess what? They once again find themselves running for their lives.
Really, the second season of Blood Sisters is a repeat of the first season, except it is more Hollywood-ised, less technically capable, and happens to be both a courtroom drama and a prison drama in addition to its Thelma-and-Louise-on-the-run trope. By the end of the second season, there’s too little to remember beyond the fact that the characters are in the same position that they were in for most of the first season, even regressing, considering that they had at least stopped running in the previous finale.
But even worse, there is a blatant lack of cohesiveness in both the plotting and the direction of the second season, and practically every element of production is either so mediocre or so incompetent that it makes the original series look like the best thing ever made.
The first season was directed by Kenneth Gyang (Sons of the Caliphate (2016); Oloture: The Journey (2024)) and the late Biyi Bandele (MTV Shuga Naija (2013)), and was definitely a Netflix original. The second is directed by Kayode Kasum (Unbroken (2019); Far From Home (2022)) and Daniel Oriahi (Oga! Pastor (2019); Etiti (2025)), and is streaming on Netflix without the traditional Netflix sound logo. Perhaps, with Netflix quietly cutting back on original programming in Nigeria, there might be budgetary explanations for the collapse in production value. But—and it hurts to say this about a project that has Oriahi attached, though he directs the better-shot half—it really does play as more of a craft issue.
Two minutes in, the visual worldbuilding falls apart as a prison van pulls into the vicinity of the “Lagos High Court” that has “Eko Judicial High Court” on the building and a “Faculty of Engineering” signpost within the shot. Before the first episode runs out, we would already have seen—quite visibly—the real-world building name plastered at the top of the university auditorium that has been staged as the courthouse. And by the second episode, you realise that the prison walls are practically the same as the walls of the court, and it suddenly makes sense why there is a jarring disconnect between the courtroom and the courthouse exterior.
It may sound like nitpicking, but these are just a few of many instances of the show’s manifestly confused production, and the cumulative effect is an on-screen world in which the suspension of disbelief is practically impossible. It is even more disconcerting and utterly unbelievable when combined with a tastelessly outlandish wardrobe, distracting hair and makeup, and way too many “creative choices” in the prison and court scenes that could not possibly be authentic in the Nigerian context.
Surely, the creatives behind Blood Sisters Season 2 do not expect their Nigerian audience to buy prison uniforms straight out of Orange Is the New Black, complete with the long-sleeved thermal undershirts, or lawyers randomly approaching the bench and practically testifying like they’re in an episode of How to Get Away with Murder. Other than the carefully constructed court sentencing that admittedly allows for an interesting, albeit undercooked, source of conflict between the two leading women, the court scenes are particularly exhausting due to their glaring lack of subject matter research.
Certainly, “dramatic licence” will be an easy justification for Blood Sisters Season 2 to fall back on. And even as a lawyer myself, I appreciate that accuracy does not always translate to good drama. But it is, quite frankly, a lazy cop-out for creative choices that are not in fact creative, especially when accuracy would likely be more dramatic than the choices made in pursuit of dramatic licence, which is the case with Blood Sisters Season 2 and its middling courtroom exchanges.
Nothing truly works in this season of the show. In-world timelines have been discarded. Characters have been re-wired while remaining underdeveloped. The protagonists themselves are now barely sympathetic. The dialogue has deteriorated. Suspense is virtually non-existent, and the stakes are much less convincing than they used to be.
Even the acting performances have fallen below the show’s own standard, as caricaturish portrayals abound, save for Uche Jombo’s dedicated turn as Sarah’s mother and Blessing Obasi-Nze’s embodiment of the show’s most powerful prisoner. But how much can the cast really do with material this irredeemable?
Ultimately, this season of Blood Sisters is four episodes of fluff, death and sex, with the latter almost always short of valid consent despite the show having no real interest in responsibly reckoning with those choices. It is a pity. The first season, at least, cared about its social relevance, exploring delicate themes with considerable prudence.
Blood Sisters Season 2 is not bothered with that, or with standards, really. And as it arrives at another inconclusive end, the possibility of a third season feels very much like a threat. Where do I sign out?
Rating: 1/5
*Blood Sisters Season 2 is streaming on Netflix.
Vivian Nneka Nwajiaku is a writer and film critic writing from Lagos. She has a master’s degree in law but spends most of her time consuming, studying and discussing film and TV. She’s particularly concerned about what art has to say about society’s relationship with women. Connect with her on X @Nneka_Viv