Since Okonkwo is gone, and so is Ekwefi, I have no fear of
him. There is only one problem: how do I entertain myself? I might
go to the wrestling competition, but Okonkwo might find a way to do something
disastrous to me there. I could go hunting, but I do that all the time
since I have a lot of spare time. I think I will stay home and
think. Think of the weather, think of life, think of harvest.
Yes! Thinking is good! Think of family...I think of them as dust;
unapparent, but unique, small and distant compared to life now. When
someone does not remember his family, you can tell life is changing. Big
changes are going on, such as a rumor of albinos in this land. I might
ask Okonkwo when he comes home, or I could go to another village and ask
around. I hope Agbala does not hurt them too much. It would be nice
to see a white man for once. There is very few changes happen around
these parts. The biggest change though, is me moving. I miss my
real father very little, but Okonkwo is my new father now, and I love
him. Also, I think he likes me but he is not showing it. This is
very manly and proper for a man like him.
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