Ikemefuna

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I chose to write in Ikemefuna’s perspective because I thought it was would be interesting to see his thoughts before he got murdered.
Ikemefuna, is one of two of Okonkwo’s son, and Nwoye’s brother, he does not have a biological relationship with Okonkwo or Nwoye. Ikemefuna was an offering by the people of Mbaino to Umofia for the killing of Ogbuefi Udo’s wife. The elders did not know what to do with Ikemefuna, so they gave him in the meantime to Okonkwo.
I chose to re-write this specific scene because I thought it would be interesting to show what’s going through Ikemefuna’s head before he is murdered by his own father.

My father Okonkwo had called my brother, Nwoye and I into his obi to tell us stories of the land of Umofia. I enjoyed hearing these stories very much, these stories were all about violence and bloodshed something that every man should be able to deal with. My favorite story that my father tells is the one where years ago he had stalked his victim, then fought and killed him, he said that was how he obtained his first trophy, the head of the victim. As he was telling stories we waited in the dull light of the fire that we had lit to provide light and warmth for dinner to be served, and finally it did a bowl of foo-foo and a bowl of soup was brought to us, my father being the eldest tasted each item and then passed the two bowls along to my brother and I.
*Scene Change*
My father, my brother and I were working on covering up the walls with palm branches and palm leaves because the walls are not going to protect themselves from the rain. This was one of the easier tasks that men had to do right after the harvest season, and frankly the most boring one. My father worked on the outside of the compound walls while Nwoy...

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...myself as a little boy to calm myself down.
Eze elina, elina!
Sala
Eze ilikwa ya
Ikwaba akwa oligholi
Ebe Danda nechi eze
Ebe Uzuzu nete egwu
Sala
I was interupted by a man who cleared his throat. I turned around to see what was going on, he growled so I turned back around. I was now terrified. I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke. I was running to my father and while I was doing so I cried, “My father, they have killed me!” as approached him Okonkow, my father slashed at me with his machete.

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