*Unoka, talking to another villager named Okoye*
Why hello there it is nice to see you Okoye. I sure hope you haven’t come to discuss the impending war. As you know I grow so tired of that subject...
No, I do not see myself as a coward or frail just because I do not like blood. Rather, I take pride in being gentle & a craftsman with my words...
Oh, well as for my debts, I know I like to indulge but I do not believe it is a crime to immerse myself in the delights of palm wine & other good food & drink. I chose to live the life of a dreamer. It is not my fault I am just not suited for this chauvinistic culture. Is it such a bad thing that I prefer to dream & live life on my own whims & desires rather than follow a harsh & structured routine?...
Okoye, I can’t pay you back at the moment as you can see I have many other debts that are much more demanding & consist of bigger amounts. Let us talk for a while about something cheerful, like music! Sometimes I feel as if music is my only friend. The melody of song is the only thing that brings me immense joy. My flute is what I love most. If only others in the village would understand where I am coming from. Perhaps they could see that they can enjoy many things without working so hard or being so rigid. I fear this for my son Okonkwo, he works very hard & I am very proud. But I fear that he will become a strict man with an iron fist...
Yes he will gain many titles, but it makes me sad to think that he is ashamed of his own father. I would like for him to understand & relate to people more, to be a more compassionate man. I see his proud heart, but I fear in the end he will be alone…
Yes I know Okoye it is a shame. Oh you must go? I see, take care & come share some kola nut with me anytime.
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