bekwe was part of the few villagers who had been impacted by James speech in the village square and he felt a keenness to talk to the white man, to know more about the Jesus Christ he adored—the man that Peter Stonefield told him about when he held his hands close to the stream and asked him the meaning of his life. Of course, he had no answer to that. All he knew at that moment was becoming a better person but he failed and he was cast away from his village like the devil and asked never to return back home.
Everything was starting to make sense to him as he stirred the soup silently and recalled some of the stories Peter Stonefield had told him about God. Indeed! The supreme being who sat in a heavenly throne did hear his cry and on his merciful watch, he had decided to send another servant to his aid. If God had waited much longer, he would have no choice but to face Okoli and tell him he was an insane man. How can a man derive joy in beating his own wife? How can a
Richard Streamer black robe billowed as he moved down the hallway away from the mission school. The members funding the crusade in Africa had seemed perplexed when he emerged all alone from the school and told them he was going to Africa to see his son.Now as he turned to the left side of the school, facing a bookstore and left their sight without saying a word, Richard Streamer felt a maelstrom of connections like nothing he had ever felt in his entire life has a medical doctor. He felt he was lacking something in his life. Probably another son that would follow in his footsteps. Only God knew what he felt and wanted in his life.Richard Streamer had always wanted his son, James Streamer to be a doctor, graduate from college with a good degree and practice medicine but all of his wishes for James Streamer had come to an end when he received a letter from the mission school after he arrived from an important health work in Lancaster. The letter addressed him as "The f
James sat in his cane chair with his eyes closed and feet resting on the table as he listened to the sound of two goats in his backyard, bleating. The goats were gifts from Osinala which arrived very early in the morning before he could say the Lord's Prayer and brush his teeth. He looked forward to another meeting in the village square when he had regained his confidence and was strong enough to defend his cause. He stood up now and walked to the small pile of books he had arranged last night in search of an exemplary text that would fascinate his mind and set him in the right mood. Some weeks ago, he had considered writing a book about his trip to Africa. Unlike all the books he had read, this book would only contain the good things the natives of Africa did and not the bad. He was planning on starting the book with a captivating sentence that would keep the reader glued but all the words he came up with where not making sense to
Paul Okeke sat near the office of the mission station, watching some English men leave and enter the building with lopsided gait. He was still admiring the structure of the station when he saw Anne Streamer walk past him. She was not wearing her French pleat like the first time he had seen her rather she allowed her hair to fall down and form long straight curls. Paul Okeke wondered why the hair color of English men and women were different unlike his fellow Igbo people who shared the same color of hair with him–black."Did James come with you?" Anne asked. "If he did, I would like to see him immediately.""What if I told you he is not with me?""You will have to take me to where he is right away.""I left him in one of the Igbo villages close to where I live. He is in Umuise."As Paul Okeke spoke in his husky English accent, Anne eyes seemed to sink inside as she heard her brother was living with the natives of Igboland. She sat down close t
You are welcome," Okoli said. "What can I do for you?"Nnadi shook his head and sat down. "A lot of things are going bad in Umuise. The gods must rise up from their slumber and fight their battle.""What battle will the gods fight?""The battle against the white man who dwells in our midst."Okoli hissed and drank his palm wine. "The white man has brought a disease but instead of Osisiakalaka to admit it was a disease, he decided to accept the disease and force us to welcome it." He paused. "If by chance, the gods permit me to see that foolish diviner from Umudike and I have a stick with me, I will make sure I break his head with it.""The gods forbid you from saying that," Nnadi retorted."The gods will only forbid people who don't follow their ways.""How can you suggest breaking the head of a diviner? We are talking of a man that the gods have chosen to carry their message."Okoli laughed loudly. "Nnadi! Sometimes I wonder w
Okwudili was in his hut. His wife, Isioma was also there with him. Her hands were around Ojiugo's shoulders, comforting her as she cried. He could not go to Ezeugo's compound because of the fear of Okoli attacking him from anywhere. But, he had experienced greater fears that were worse than what he was imagining. One of them was the death of Ezeugo— a death he had predicted would come to pass.Many people who knew Okoli would be surprised if Okwudili told them he was yet to claim ownership of the land that caused a major dispute between them. But, somewhere in the lines of brotherhood and family, Okwudili knew Okoli was a man of patience who derived joy in inflicting pains on his victims or perhaps he was afraid that the powers that where involved in the death of his brother would haunt him down. Who knows?A shrill voice rang behind the door and it was followed by a bang. "is anyone at home?"The reply that followed next came from the lips of Isioma. "The
here are situations in life that are at the same time ridiculous and comical. Kathleen Streamer always believed that life was composed of two irreplaceable elements; the tragedy arising from a totally unamusing situation and the comedy that the perpetrator feels. The attitude of her husband was expected. A broken man with a vague feeling of not being good enough could do anything to prove he was the perfect father of every child. But who said he was a bad father? Kathleen Streamer was in perfect ignorance of the whole affair. The short letter from the mission school was brief. Her husband, Richard Streamer had violated their school policy by destroying a property owned by the school. According to the letter, he had smashed a jar filled with holy water. How could he refute the school's judgement on his son when James had gone on his own accord? In the rage of that long night when he sat down and explained his plans of leaving for Africa, he had forgotten to tell her about the disaste
The people of Umuise often said that when a man rubs his foot on the ground, he leaves behind a footprint that can be washed away but when he speaks a word, it no longer ends there but lives forever in the heart of the person who listened. The words Okoli said to Ifeme had a strong effect on him. It made Ifeme to disapprove and condemn all his father's actions in front of Akwaudo and this did not come as a surprise because it was expected.The rage started the day after Okoli sent him out of his hut. At first, he started with a slow pace, trudging with sluggish steps in no particular order. It increased steadily and he started stomping around the compound, crushing anything that came on his way until Akwaudo came.The loneliness in Akwaudo's face weakened him. It made him feel bad as if he had the opportunity to do something about it but refused to not take it. So on that day when his father provoked him, he calmed down and explained to her what had transpired in Okoli
Efulefu was lost and he had to find a place to hide from his master that was chasing him from behind with a machete. If he failed to hide he would die. He was running down the middle of the path when the rope on his waist fell down and hit the sand. The path was clear and open. Every tree he passed was still where it had been in the beginning. Their branches were brown and leaves, green. His side hurt because he had been running for a long period of time but Osisiakalaka was in no haste to stop pursuing him.The sound of Osisiakalaka's footsteps behind him made him push himself further down the path. He knew what he had done was against the rules Osisiakalaka had set for him when he decided to be his companion."Pray that the gods don't allow you to fall as you are running so fast because if they do, I will make sure I seep the little life that is remaining in your body for having the bravery to steal my o