Narrator: For three years Ikemefuna live in Okonkwo's household keep them in the elders of Omoufia have forgotten

about the young boy. He had grown rapidly like a young Kendrell in the rainy season. He was like an elder brother to
Nwoye seeing that he had kindled a fire in the boy. Okonkwo was very pleased that his young boys growth and
development and he knew it was all due to Ikemefuna. One day, an elder welfare Ezuedo came to pay a call to Okonkwo.
He was the oldest member of the clan he was a great and fearless warrior and he had deserved our respect in all of the
clan.

(all will kneel down)

Ikwefi: “that boy calls you father do not bear a hand in his death.”

Ezuedo: “I do not understand you Ekwefi.”

Ekwefi: “Omoufia has decided to kill him. The oracle of the hills and games has pronounced it. They would take him
outside the Omoufia and kill him there as his custom but I want you to have nothing to do with it he calls you father.”

Narrator: “The next day nine elders of the nine villages of Omoufia came to Okonkwo's home early in the morning. Before
the men spoke in hushed tones who yet and Ikemefuna was sent out. And did not speak for very long and when they had
gone, Okonkwo sat for a long time with his palm supporting his chin.”

Ikemefuna: “Are you alright father?”

Okonkwo: “Sit down I have something to tell you.”

Ikemefuna: “Yes, Father.”

Okonkwo: “You are to be taken home tomorrow.”

Ikemefuna: “Oh! I have no other home this is my home!”

Narrator: Next morning, the men returned with a pot of wine they were dressed as if they were going to a big climbing or
perhaps to pay a visit to a neighboring village.

(Ikemefuna’s crying)

Ikemefuna: “Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye mother.”

Mother: “Goodbye son. You come visiting us someday”

Ikemefuna: “I will mother. If anyone miss.”

*sound effects*

Narrator: At the beginning of their journey the men of Omoufia talked and laughed about the locals about their women and
about some effeminate men who had refused to come with them. The Sun rose slowly to the center of the sky in the dry
sandy footway began to throw up the heat that lay buried in it. Some birds chirped the forest around the men try to dry
leaves on the sand all else was silent then from the distance came the faint beating of the Bedouin it rose and fell with the
wind a peaceful dance from a distant clang.

Second person: Somewhere, a band was taking a title of his clan with music and dancing and afraid of peace the foot
way. Now we came alive at the part of the forest. The trees and underbrush that surrounded the men's village now make
way to giant trees and silence which perhaps stood since the beginning of things untouched by the axe and the bush vine.
The Sun breaking through the leaves and the branches, through a panel of light and shadows acrossed the said foot way.
Ikemefuna heard a whisper close behind them and turning round shock, the man whispered now smoke loud urging the
others to hurry up.

Man: “We still have a longway to go oh”

Thus the leader of Omoufia pursue their way. Ikemefuna caring a pot of wine on his hand. Although he had gone easy at
first he was not afraid now

Three persons: “Okonkwo walk behind him”

Third person: “you can hardly imagine that Okonkwo was not afraid at all. Because he never been fund of his own father.
And after three years of becoming very distant indeed with his mother and his three years old sister, of course she will not
be free now, but since would he recognize her now?

Another person: “How his mother would field with joy and thank Okonkwo for having looked after so well and for bringing
her back. And she would want to hear everything that had happened to him all this years.

Next Person: He would tell her about the game. His mother and about the wrestling match. Then quiet suddenly a thought
came upon him. His mother might be dead.

Other person: He tried in vain to force the thought out of his mind. He tried to settle the matter, the way he used to settle a
matter when he was a little boy.

All together: “He still remember the song”

Other person: He sang it in his mind and walked to its beat if the song ended on his right foot, his mother was still alive. If
it ended on his left foot, she was dead. No! not yet but no it ended on his right. He sang it again and it ended on his left ,
but the second time did not count. The first voice gets to God that was a favorite thing of children. He felt like a child once
more. One of the man behind cleared his throat, Ikemefuna look back

Narrator: A man behind Ikemefuna was holding a sword and then he smash it at the back of Ikemefuna.

Ikemefuna: “Father they had killed me!”

Narrator: Another man hit a sword to Ikemefuna. And ikemefuna died.