obika was one of the handsomest young men in umuaro and all
the surrounding districts. His face was very finely cut. His skin was like his
father's, the colour of a golden pumpkin. People said of him (as they always
did when they saw great comeliness) that he was not born for these parts among
the igbo people of the forests; that in his previous life he must have
sojounred among the riverain fold whom the igbo called Olu.
but two things
spoilt obika. He drank palm wine to excess and he was always inflicting injury
on others. His father, who preffered him to edogo, his quiet and brooding
half-brother, neverthless said to him often: "it is praiseworthy to be
brave and fearless, my son, but sometimes it is better to be a coward. We often
stand in the compound of a coward to point at the ruins where a brave man used
to live. The man who has never submitted to anything will soon submit to the
burial mat."
not very long ago
obika had cime very close indeed to committing murder, his half sister, akueke,
often came home to say that her husband had beaten her, one early morning she
came home again with her face all swollen. Without waiting to hear the rest of
the story, obika set out for the village of his brother-in-law. No one knew
where obika had gone until he returned later beore noon with his friend ofoedu.
On their heads was akueke's husband tied to a bed, almost dead. They set him
down under the ukwa tree and dared anyone to move him. The women and the
neighbours pleaded with obika and showed him the ripe fruit on the tree which
were as big as waterpots.
"yes, i put
him there on purpose, to be crushed by the fruit-the beast".
(adapted from arrow of God, by late chinua achebe).
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