Enoch In Things Fall Apart Novels & Stories

This is how I live my life, every single day and right now, I can’t do anything about my present predicament but grumble as I give you a brief intro about me. My name is Eno-Obong Ekanem (Gift of God), for short I’m called Eno. I’m from IkotEkpene local government, Akwa-ibom state, Nigeria. I’m thirty-one years old and a single mother of a beautiful thirteen year old girl, Unwana (Bright), who presently is in a boarding school.

"To be honest with you, I don't know what to say to you. It seems we are slowly falling apart and losing the places we once cherished." "Like 'Things Fall Apart' by Chinua Achebe?" Kainene joked. "Something related to that," Ifenna admitted. "But Achebe has been dead for a while now and it would be best if we leave him alone." "That is true," Kainene nodded. "He was a great man when he was still alive." "He is still a great man even in death," Ifenna added and then exhaled. "I wish I could fix what is going on between both of us but the more I try to fix it, the worse it gets. Can it really be fixed?"

In his last moments, Enoch had a flashback to years ago when Annette and he were at the same school. They were drawn to each other and fell in love. The world felt beautiful then. Sun or moon. Day or night. Every second mattered. But his father drilled into him that the Osborne family had a grand destiny. As the heir, he had to step up. Marrying Yvette Potter meant a cold wedding night and years of silence. Neither of them wanted it.

But here he was, stepping out of the shadows, alive and as dangerous as ever. “How?” I croaked, my voice thick with disbelief. “How are you still here?” Enoch’s lips curled into a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for this day, Thane,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I knew you’d think you could get away with it. But I’ve been biding my time. And now, I’m here to make sure you get what you deserve, for killing my family, for killing Willow’s parents, for everything.”

"We don't have money right now but we'll buy some, some other time." The kid looked sad and all grumpy as the mother apologizes to the store owner. Suddenly, Eustone felt the urge to buy the kid some oranges. After the two strangers left, he went to the shop and bought some oranges and apples. Then he went to chase them. "Excuse me," he approached. "Yes?" The mother of the kid turned, her face looked confused. "I wanted to give the oranges to the kid... well with apples." The woman looked closely at him and then smiled. "Thank you, young man," she said, taking the bag full of apples and oranges.

The second one lasted about 2 years but the woman got pregnant by someone else, it happened when he was 25. Now Enoch is 30 yet he still says those words. “No, I’m serious, Dad. Nuala’s different.” “How is she different?” his father asked, picking up the gardening tools laying on the ground. By this time, they are done planting roses. “We met in an unusual way..” Then Enoch started telling his father about the hijacking fiasco, how Nuala cared about humanity and how she offered legal help to the perpetrator. Then and only then Henry understood how “this girl” is different from the other women his son has met. It seems like Enoch has found the girl version of himself. But something is odd abo

He wouldn't have the courage to look his ancestors in the eye when he died! In the end, Enoch flung the coffee cup in his hand away and stood up, extremely furious. "Do I look like the kind of person who would rely on his wife's family like that? Don't you look down on me, Hilda! I am not the kind of person who will betray both his nation and family because of money and status! If you're planning to humiliate me like this, I can tell you now that your plan has failed! I will still fight for those management rights, Hilda. Even if you send those nude photos of me out, it's no use. You'd better be careful, don't get yourself dragged into this too, you scammer!"

I quickly covered Faith's eyes, not wanting her to see her grandfather fight. Enoch stood up, infuriated, and zoomed towards Father, groaning. He flung a visit at Father, but Father caught it effortlessly. He squeezed his fist, and Enoch screamed out in pain. Father let go of his hand and smashed a fist on his cheek. Enoch flew back to the wall. Father zoomed towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, carrying him up with ease. Enoch struggled to grow free, but it was in vain.

I should not have survived, and yet here I was. And Enoch... he had given everything, leaving the advancement ceremony, leaving his honor and duty aside, to see that I woke. "You know..." Enoch's voice was quieter now, softer, almost trembling as he stepped closer. "I thanked the Moon Goddess the moment I heard you had survived. I would never forgive myself if I had... if I had lost you. There is no one else. Not after... not after our parents." Our parents... Father had fallen during a skirmish with a rogue faction years ago, his body left broken but proud beneath the bloodied moonlight. Mother had followed shortly after, succumbing to grief and heartbreak, unable to live without him.

It’s a suitable job for a young mother. When Eren abandoned me, I couldn’t bear to stay in my house. The memories were haunting me. Everything reminded me of Eren. I fell into depression and I was mourning everyday. I couldn’t eat, drink, talk, study. I couldn’t live. My father told me that I had to move on. For that, I had to start afresh. So my dad bought a new house beside Toni’s.