I Couldn't

Ikemefuna's death was all my fault, I'm fully aware of that. I couldn't do anything to prevent it, I couldn't risk my reputation and show soft feelings, I couldn't give any reason to spare his life. Maybe I was just selfish, or maybe it just has to be. But that poor boy, a boy more manly than my own son, one that I thought would help change my son. He was the key to my son being successful when he grew up, but he's gone now. And there's nothing I can do. I wish I could have saved him, but I couldn't

Clones

Hey guys, decided to come back and share what I've come to realise. Many men in the village seem to resemble my father. No, not in terms of looks, but they're all unsuccessful, just like him. They end up borrowing, and if not careful, they can't return at all. I would consider these people inmature, they don't know how to manage their money themselves, like the women who only work in the houses, for that I would also consider them feminine. I get so frustrated at these people as I pass by them. It feels like multiples of my father staring at me, making me despise them as well. This discomfort around them makes me rowdy sometimes, I just can't help it, how much I hate Unoka.

Flashback

I was just sitting by an old tree just outside the village, as I stared into the sky, I reflected on my life. Unoka, the father i regret, was not much of a father at all, or even much of a good person. I still remember how people would turn away from me and whisper criticism into anybody's ear, behind the backs of me and my father. All I was known for, was my father. All my father was known for, was his unorganized, forever borrowing, never returning, and always slacking self. He was despised and avoided by most of the villagers, and I was as well, for I was his son. I was nothing like him. Why couldn't they see that? Couldn't they set aside the unfortunate blood-relation I had to him? It seemed they couldn't, I had to show them myself. I guess, now that I think of it, is why I decided to become a wrestler in the first place. Dad never was, he never got a chance to be successful, he didn't even try, anyway. I had to be the opposite of him, show everyone that the saying "like father, like son" was not always true.

Nwoye

Nwoye's been hangin' out with Ikemefuna. I don't see anything wrong with that. But it seems that all the more Nwoye won't listen to me. He listens to his mother's lousy stories, for that I got angry (and may have gone a little too far), but she had to learn her lesson. Nwoye is supposed to grow up and be a strong warrior and fighter, like me. Her stories would do nothing but bring him down. Oh, how I wish that things would go the way I want them to.