When my family and I first
arrived in Mbanta, we were welcomed warmly by my maternal uncle, Uchendu, the
village elder. He gave me a plot of land on which to farm and build a compound
for my family.
I admitted that I have worked hard on my new farm with less
enthusiasm that I had the first time around. I have toiled all my life because
all I wanted was to become one of the lords of the clan but now that
possibility was gone. Was it my chi that
leads to my failure for achieving lasting greatness? Being in a deep troubling,
Uchendu started to advise me to receive the comfort from my motherland
gratefully. He made me realized that many have been worse off but I could still
rise up.
My best friend, Obrierika was here today. This was his
second visit since my exile. He told me about Nwoye but I stopped him because
that was what I refused to talk about. I always wanted him to become like me
but he was turning like his grandfather – gentle and weak. How could I begotten
a son like him?
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