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Thursday, June 26, 2008

Journal Pages

Date: Thursday, June 26, 2008

Page: 113
Quote: "And so everybody comes," said another man, "honest men and thieves. They can steal your cloth from off your waist in that market." 

This quote seemed interesting. A man speaks of the people who come to the market, as honest men and thieves. He speaks of the thieves stealing the cloth from off your waist, and of the honest being duped of their goats from their rope. People had thought the honest man insane for he walked around with a rope dragging on the ground behind him tied to something. It is strange that in a trusting, loyal, and just society that things of such nature would occur. In every society though, there are some who wish not to become one with another. They wish for evil, and for things of horrid nature. The steal, they kill, and they rape. People like them are sewn into the soil of each clan, and the clans may not be rid of them.

Date: Thursday, June 26, 2008
Page: 123
Quote: "Ezeudu!" he called in his guttural voice. "If you had been poor in your last life I would have asked you to be rich when you come again. But you were rich. If you had been a coward, I would have asked you to bring courage. But you were a fearless warrior. If you had died young, I would have asked you to get a life. But you lived long. So I shall ask you to come again the way you came before. If your death was the death of nature, go in peace. But if a man caused it, do not allow him a moment's rest." He danced a few more steps and went away.

This quote I found pleasing. A spirit visited Ezeudu's body and spoke highly to him. He spoke of him being rich, a fearless warrior, and of long life. He asked the dead man that if anyone murdered him, to not allow him a moment's rest. Ezeudu was a good man, and he gave Okonkwo the advice not to bear a hand in Ikemefuma's death. Okonkwo's last conversation with his beloved friend was about how he had killed his son of Agbala's own accord, and that he was merely carrying out her order. That was their last conversation. His friend was dead now, and they left on such terrible terms. They might have been on speaking terms and were fine with talking, but because Okonkwo hadn't listened to his dear friend a strain was put on their relationship.

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