Day of the locust

I do not feel like myself.  I am changing I think.  For the three years I have been here since my taking, I feel like a member of this household.  I sense that Okonkwo is thinking the same thing:  that I am full of life and that I could finally be the true son that he never had lived up to his expectations!  I feel much more brotherly to Nwoye now.  Something else I am sensing is that Okonkwo is enjoying Nwoye more since I have been "raising" him if you will.  It also seems that he is turning into his father: always managing to find something to grumble about the women around him.  I am glad that Nwoye joins me to listen to the Masculine stories Okonkwo tells us, and not listening to the stories the women tell.  Could it be he is turning into a man and likes these stories...or is it fear of being beaten when he does listen to the childlike tales?  When the women left to drop off kids and go collect wood, the day turned to night.  The sky was filled with something I had not seen in a long time; locust. Everyone in the village prayed for them to rest in our village.  And you know what?  The locust did!  They populated EVERY single nook and dark hiding spot in the whole village!   Why was it that we wanted them to stay? Well, that is because locust makes good eats!  They are plentiful and have an interesting taste.   So for the next few days, everyone and their kids were with nets In hand, trying to capture the infesters!  When enough was caught, the locusts were dried and in the baking sun until brittle and covered with palm-oil.  When we were done with the treat we were very happy.  The next day, Okonkwo was visited by some elders.  They talked in low tones and that worried me because I had that happen to me before I was taken to this village.  When they were done, Okonkwo looked even more distressed.  Later this day, He said I was being taken back home.  This completely ruined Nwoye.  When I started walking on the trail with my father, they started talking, and I could barely hear them, but when I turned around I would be scoffed at.  Eventually one on the men cleared his through, and I turned around and was scoffed at again, and then I heard the unsheathing of a machete…

Ikemefuna was killed this chapter by decree of the oracle