Nwoye Quotes From Things Fall Apart

not so bad world and be serene. It's no lie that Nwoye wanted a peaceful life where violence didn’t exist, and he envied the symbolism of the religious house. If only he pursued Christianity, then he might be happy and find his life again. It was just as like Nwoye was attracted to the religion since it was an offer of a more harmonious option, unlike his father’s life, His inspiration of Okonkwo through Ikemefuna died when Ikemefuna left, but Christianity would be a new inspiration for Nwoye to find himself. My attention broke away from Nwoye when rough falling feet dismantled the silence. Nwoye’s light eyes diverted from the structure onto his ferocious father. Okonkwo was running on the other side of the path from where his biological
He observed Nwoye writing in dirt with a twig about the good karma of Christianity for weeks at a time after Ikemefuna's one year anniversary. I could see it in his oak irises; full of discontent and disappointment. Once Okonkwo stopped, the two bloods stared into each other’s with deep concentration. The tension was thick enough between the father and son that it could be cut through with the machete Okonkwo had tight in his fist. “Boy, are you mad?” He was the first one to speak since they made eye contact. “I don’t want this life anymore. I want to be with Ike!” Okonkwo cackled heartily grasping his built abdomen. “No religion would do that son. You propose it as if you were infatuated
“No need to say my name. It’s okay.” My frame was swiftly descended to the ground, and Okonkwo removed the knife. “Nwoye, run back to the ilo. Hurry!” Okonkwo applied tremendous amount of pressure to the gash, and I weakly went to grab his wrists. Okonkwo was actually crying, and a sob cracked in his throat. His hot tears dropped on the plane of my chest. Painful flashbacks of Ikemefuna’s death fried Okonkwo’s capacity to be composed. “It’s okay. I know.” I managed to rasp, and I push Okonkwo’s calloused hands off my wound. Okonkwo’s hands fell on the approximate spot on the ground by my side. Stained with blood, Okonkwo mirrored an ape that just finishing ravishing his mouth with his killed prey as he could be a replacement role in Lion King or Tarzan. I didn’t know why I was thinking of such foolish thoughts in the last moments of my life, but I found it humorous and lighthearted, for it to end this way. My light eyes struggled to keep open, and I was met with darkness with remnants of Okonkwo’s