Things Fall Apart Pastiche

Things Fall Apart Pastiche

For years I was been beaten for not being the son that my father, Okonkwo, had wanted. Nothing had been completely clear about my situation, I never understood my tribe. Everything started to change, though, the day he approached me helping my mother by her obi; I knew something was wrong by the look on his face.   His hands soon took hold of my neck and I did nothing. His shouts and screams sounded blurry as bits came through all I heard were the words ‘yams’, ‘warrior’, and ‘man’. Those were my father’s favorite words; those were the three things he based success off of. He had beaten me so bad that day that my face and neck were left bruised and swollen that night. I never came forth with how I felt about my father, or anything for that fact. It was just the way of the tribe; it was just the way things were. It was then I realized that it was me against the Ibo culture. For several years my only goal was to stay out of my father’s way. I had done just that until Ikemefuna was taken in by my family. He was so lively and my father seemed more pleased with him around. I looked up to Ikemefuna as more of a father figure than brother. He seemed to fit in perfectly, so I did things just as he did to see if I could get the same reaction he received. As time passed we bonded and grew stronger and life went on as it had always done. Father was called off to visit the oracle one evening and returned within the hour, but there was something on his mind, I knew by his facial expression that something was wrong. The next day he told Ikemefuna that he and the other clansmen were to visit a neighboring tribe, that was the last I saw of him. My father appeared inside the gate without Ikemefuna late that night and already I had known what had happened. My eyes began to pour water as the skies did during the rainy season. He told me to stop or he would stop it himself as he rested, but I could not. I had become so deeply attached to Ikemefuna that I was in...