First chapter
Okonkwo was well known throughout the nine villages and even
beyond. His fame rested on solid personal achievements. As a
young man of eighteen he had brought honor to his village by
throwing Amalinze the Cat. Amalinze was the great wrestler who
for seven years was unbeaten, from Umuofia to Mbaino. He was
called the Cat because his back would never touch the earth. It was
this man that Okonkwo threw in a fight which the old men agreed
was one of the fiercest since the founder of their town engaged a
spirit of the wild for seven days and seven nights.
The drums beat and the flutes sang and the spectators held their
breath. Amalinze was a wily craftsman, but Okonkwo was as
slippery as a fish in water. Every nerve and every muscle stood out
on their arms, on their backs and their thighs, and one almost heard
them stretching to breaking point. In the end Okonkwo threw the cat.
That was many years ago, twenty years or more, and during this
time Okonkwo's fame had grown like a bush-fire in the harmattan.
He was tall and huge, and his bushy eyebrows and wide nose gave
him a very severe look. He breathed heavily, and it was said that,
when he slept, his wives and children in their houses could hear
him breathe. When he walked, his heels hardly touched the ground
and he seemed to walk on springs, as if he was going to pounce on
somebody. And he did pounce on people quite often. He had a
slight stammer and whenever he was angry and could not get his
words out quickly enough, he would use his fists. He had no
patience with unsuccessful men. He had had no patience with his
father.
Unoka, for that was his father's name, had died ten years ago. In
his day he was lazy and improvident and was quite incapable of
thinking about tomorrow. If any money came his way, and it
seldom did, he immediately bought gourds of palm-wine, called
round his neighbors and made merry. He always said that
whenever he saw a dead man's mouth he saw the folly of not eating
what one had in one's lifetime. Unoka was, of course, a debtor, and
he owed every neighbor some money, from a few cowries to quite
substantial amounts.
He was tall but very thin and had a slight stoop. He wore a haggard
and mournful look except when he was drinking or playing on his
flute. He was very good on his flute, and his happiest moments
were the two or three moons after the harvest when the village
musicians brought down their instruments, hung above the
fireplace. Unoka would play with them, his face beaming with
blessedness and peace. Sometimes another village would ask
Unoka's band and their dancing egwugwu to come and stay with
them and teach them their tunes. They would go to such hosts for
as long as three or four markets, making music and feasting.
Unoka loved the good hire and the good fellowship, and he loved
this season of the year, when the rains had stopped and the sun roseevery morning with dazzling beauty. And it was not too hot either,
because the cold and dry harmattan wind was blowing down Irom
the north. Some years the harmattan was very severe and a dense
haze hung on the atmosphere. Old men and children would then sit
round log fires, warming their bodies. Unoka loved it all, and he
loved the first kites that returned with the dry season, and the
children who sang songs of welcome to them. He would remember
his own childhood, how he had often wandered around looking for
a kite sailing leisurely against the blue sky. As soon as he found
one he would sing with his whole being, welcoming it back from
its long, long journey, and asking it if it had brought home any
lengths of cloth.
That was years ago, when he was young. Unoka, the grown-up,
was a failure. He was poor and his wife and children had barely
enough to eat. People laughed at him because he was a loafer, and
they swore never to lend him any more money because he never
paid back. But Unoka was such a man that he always succeeded in
borrowing more, and piling up his debts.
One day a neighbor called Okoye came in to see him. He was
reclining on a mud bed in his hut playing on the flute. He
immediately rose and shook hands with Okoye, who then unrolled
the goatskin which he carried under his arm, and sat down. Unoka
went into an inner room and soon returned with a small wooden
disc containing a kola nut, some alligator pepper and a lump of
white chalk.
"I have kola," he announced when he sat down, and passed the disc
over to his guest.
"Thank you. He who brings kola brings life. But I think you ought
to break it," replied Okoye, passing back the disc.
"No, it is for you, I think," and they argued like this for a few
moments before Unoka accepted the honor of breaking the kola.Okoye, meanwhile, took the lump of chalk, drew some lines on the
floor, and then painted his big toe.
As he broke the kola, Unoka prayed to their ancestors for life and
health, and for protection against their enemies. When they had
eaten they talked about many things: about the heavy rains which
were drowning the yams, about the next ancestral feast and about
the impending war with the village of Mbaino. Unoka was never
happy when it came to wars. He was in fact a coward and could
not bear the sight of blood. And so he changed the subject and
talked about music, and his face beamed. He could hear in his
mind's ear the blood-stirring and intricate rhythms of the ekwe and
the udu and the ogene, and he could hear his own flute weaving in
and out of them, decorating them with a colorful and plaintive tune.
The total effect was gay and brisk, but if one picked out the flute as
it went up and down and then broke up into short snatches, one
saw that there was sorrow and grief there.
Okoye was also a musician. He played on the ogene. But he was
not a failure like Unoka. He had a large barn full of yams and he
had three wives. And now he was going to take the Idemili title,
the third highest in the land. It was a very expensive ceremony and
he was gathering all his resources together. That was in fact the
reason why he had come to see Unoka. He cleared his throat and
began:
"Thank you for the kola. You may have heard of the title I intend
to take shortly."
Having spoken plainly so far, Okoye said the next half a dozen
sentences in proverbs. Among the Ibo the art of conversation is
regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which
words are eaten. Okoye was a great talker and he spoke for a long
time, skirting round the subject and then hitting it finally. In short,
he was asking Unoka to return the two hundred cowries he hadborrowed from him more than two years before. As soon as Unoka
understood what his friend was driving at, he burst out laughing.
He laughed loud and long and his voice rang out clear as the ogene,
and tears stood in his eyes. His visitor was amazed, and sat
speechless. At the end, Unoka was able to give an answer between
fresh outbursts of mirth.
"Look at that wall," he said, pointing at the far wall of his hut,
which was rubbed with red earth so that it shone. "Look at those
lines of chalk," and Okoye saw groups of short perpendicular lines
drawn in chalk. There were five groups, and the smallest group had
ten lines. Unoka had a sense of the dramatic and so he allowed a
pause, in which he took a pinch of snuff and sneezed noisily, and
then he continued: "Each group there represents a debt to someone,
and each stroke is one hundred cowries. You see, I owe that man a
thousand cowries. But he has not come to wake me up in the
morning for it. I shall pay you, but not today. Our elders say that
the sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who
kneel under them. I shall pay my big debts first." And he took
another pinch of snuff, as if that was paying the big debts first.
Okoye rolled his goatskin and departed.
When Unoka died he had taken no title at all and he was heavily
in debt. Any wonder then that his son Okonkwo was ashamed of
him? Fortunately, among these people a man was judged according
to his worth and not according to the worth of his father. Okonkwo
was clearly cut out for great things. He was still young but he had
won fame as the greatest wrestler in the nine villages. He was a
wealthy farmer and had two barns full of yams, and had just
married his third wife. To crown it all he had taken two titles and
had shown incredible prowess in two inter-tribal wars. And so
although Okonkwo was still young, he was already one of the
greatest men of his time. Age was respected among his people, but
achievement was revered. As the elders said, if a child washed his
hands he could eat with kings. Okonkwo had clearly washed hishands and so he ate with kings and elders. And that was how he
came to look after the doomed lad who was sacrificed to the
village of Umuofia by their neighbors to avoid war and bloodshed.
The ill-fated lad was called Ikemefuna.
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