If there is to be one good thing to come out of this new
move, it has to be the difference between this great, big, beautiful New Yam
Festival compared to what it was like in my old village. It seems much
more important here! Now that I pay much
more attention to it, my village seems much more distant-and not just in
distance wise. I just heard something bad! It must be Okonkwo ranting at
one of his wives again about something pointless! I think I heard something about a tree…
I best go away. Well; this festival is supposed
to be about joy. I am sure that beating your wife on this of all days is
not appropriate-or joyful! I had just been
commanded to get my father Okonkwo’s gun so he could go hunting, when his
beaten wife mumbled something under her breath about them never working. OH NO! He heard her and almost blew her head
off if it weren’t for the luck of her Chi
to have made a small wall there to cover here! I swore he was going over to
beat here again, but just grabbed his gun and stormed off. Well, the first day of the New Year is over,
but that doesn’t mean I cannot enjoy anymore! Wrestling is tonight!
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