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During the great warrior, Ezeudu’s funeral, the most feared egwugwu showed up to of speak Ezeudu’s great life. After it left, everyone that attended including I, started to dance in the cruel heat. I danced with a nice looking young lady who I didn’t know. And when I was about to ask for her name, I heard a bang and a loud cry. I turned to the direction of noise and saw a young man lying in a puddle of blood, and ironically it was Ezeudu’s sixteen year old son. It was ironic because, on the day of Ezeudu’s funeral, his own son had perished as well. He was immediately surrounded by everyone that attended the funeral. At first, I did not know how this happened. But I found out when Okonkwo explained, with watery eye’s, as if he was about to shed tears, which I had never seen him do before. He explained that his gun had exploded and an iron piece from it pierced the young man’s heart, killing him instantly. Because of this, Okonkwo had to spend seven years away from Umuofia. I felt tremendously sorry for Ezeudu’s now deceased son, but I felt even more sorry for Okonkwo, who had killed him unintentionally. That night I went over to his compound along with some other friend’s, and we tried to calm him down, but it was no use, I had never seen him this upset before. We then helped him pack his yams, and stored them in my barn. I was to sell these yams while Okonkwo served his exile. When we finished, he and his family left for Mbanta, his motherland. As he was leaving, we waved good-bye, but he was too upset to respond.
The next day a pack of men, including I went over to Okonkwo’s compound. There we set his huts on fire, demolished his red walls, and destroyed his barns along with his animals. I hated every second of this, but I had to do it, because if I hadn’t, the Earth goddess would have been tremendously upset with me. And she would have taken out her anger on all of the land.
About two years after Okonkwo had been forced to live in a place other than his fatherland of Umuofia, I went over to pay my great friend a visit. I brought with me, two bags filled with cowries. All of the cowries came from Okonkwo’s yams, which I had sold. I was exited to see him after two long years, and he seemed very happy to see me as well, but I could tell that he still felt upset about not being in Umuofia. I greeted him, then his wives and children. Later on he introduced me to some family members including his
cousins and his uncle Uchendu. After meeting them, I could tell that they treated him well here. I then spoke to Uchendu and he seemed to have been good friends with Iweka, my father. He then told me about the old days when my father visited him and his other friends.
I do not remember how the topic came up, but I then started to talk about how the clan of Abame was no more. This came as a shock to both of them, so I explained how the whites had wiped out most of their clan member’s. This got Uchendu very upset. After telling the story we got very hungry, so we ate a meal that Okonkwo’s first wife had prepared for us. While I was eating a young man approached and greeted me. At first I did not realize who this young man was, but to my surprise it was Nwoye. He now looked much older and taller than he did two years ago. I then greeted him and told him how different he looked. When we had all finished eating, I gave Okonkwo the two bags of cowries, I brought over with me.
I then told him how I got them, and he asked how he could thank me. I answered "kill one of your sons for me".
He then replied, "that will not be enough".
So I said, "then kill yourself".
I said those things with a
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African Writers Series, Postcolonial literature, Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe
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