doomed lad
doomed lad who was sacrificed
ill-fated
ill-fated lad
as for the boy
as for the boy himself, he was terribly afraid
very lively
very lively boy
Nwoye, who was
Nwoye, who was two years younger, had become quite inseparable from him
Ikemefuna had become
Ikemefuna had become to feel like a member of Okonkwo’s family
he grew
he grew rapidly like a yam tendril in the rainy season
seemed to have
seemed to have kindled a new fire in the younger boy
somehow he knew
somehow he knew he was not going to see them
he could hardly
he could hardly imagine that Okonkwo was not his real father
my father
my father they have killed me!
he just
he just hung limp
he wanted to take
he wanted to take in all that happened
he is not
he is not my father
the hymn poured
the hymn poured into his parched soul
Nwoye, who walked
Nwoye, who walked away and never returned
Nwoye, who was now
Nwoye, who was now called Isaac