The white men rarely showed their faces in the village, and the villagers rarely ventured into the strangers ' camp, half a mile upriver. The two settlements were as separate as the river fish from the forest birds. They existed beside one another, but there was no communication between them. (90)
The absence of drastic disruptions induces the villagers to believe that they can continue undisturbed in their old way of life, even as they bask in the new climate of prosperity that the bridge project makes possible. Even Kofi 's existence continues for a while to adhere to the pattern defined by tradition:
When the hut was built ... his life would move in the known way. He would plant his crops and his children. Some of his crops would be spoiled by worm or weather; some of his children would die. He would grow old, and the young men would respect him. That was the way close to him as his own veins. (91)
As the months pass, however, Kofi finds himself becoming increasingly estranged from his wife and family. Spending his leisure hours at a drinking establishment which has