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The last match was between the leaders of the teams。 They were among the best wrestlers in all the nine villages。 The crowd wondered who would throw the other this year。 Some said Okafo was the better man； others said he was not the equal of Ikezue。 Last year neither of them had thrown the other even though the judges had allowed the contest to go on longer than was the custom。 They had the same style and one saw the other's plans beforehand。 It might happen again this year。
Dusk was already approaching when their contest began。 The drums went mad and the crowds also。 They surged forward as the two young men danced into the circle。 The palm fronds were helpless in keeping them back。
Ikezue held out his right hand。 Okafo seized it； and they closed in。 It was a fierce contest。 Ikezue strove to dig in his right heel behind Okafo so as to pitch him backwards in the clever ege style。 But the one knew what the other was thinking。 The crowd had surrounded and swallowed up the drummers； whose frantic rhythm was no longer a mere disembodied sound but the very heartbeat of the people。
The wrestlers were now almost still in each other's grip。 The muscles on their arms and their thighs and on their backs stood out and twitched。 It looked like an equal match。 The two judges were already moving forward to separate them when Ikezue； now desperate； went down quickly on one knee in an attempt to fling his man backwards over his head。 It was a sad miscalculation。 Quick as the lightning of Amadiora； Okafo raised his right leg and swung it over his rival's head。 The crowd burst into a thunderous roar。 Okafo was swept off his feet by his supporters and carried home shoulder high。 They sang his praise and the young women clapped their hands：
〃Who will wrestle for our village？
Okafo will wrestle for our village。 Has he thrown a hundred men？
He has thrown four hundred men。 Has he thrown a hundred Cats？
He has thrown four hundred Cats。 Then send him word to fight for us。〃
CHAPTER SEVEN
For three years Ikemefuna lived in Okonkwo's household and the elders of Umuofia seemed to have forgotten about him。 He grew rapidly like a yam tendril in the rainy season； and was full of the sap of life。 He had bee wholly absorbed into his new family。 He was like an elder brother to Nwoye； and from the very first seemed to have kindled a new fire in the younger boy。 He made him feel grown…up； and they no longer spent the evenings in his mother's hut while she cooked； but now sat with Okonkwo in his obi； or watched him as he tapped his palm tree for the evening wine。 Nothing pleased Nwoye now more than to be sent for by his mother or another of his father's wives to do one of those difficult and masculine tasks in the home； like splitting wood； or pounding food。 On receiving such a message through a younger brother or sister； Nwoye would feign annoyance and grumble aloud about women and their troubles。
Okonkwo was inwardly pleased at his son's development； and he knew it was due to Ikemefuna。 He wanted Nwoye to grow into a tough young man capable of ruling his father's household when he was dead and gone to join the ancestors。
He wanted him to be a prosperous man； having enough in his barn to feed the ancestors with regular sacrifices。 And so he was always happy when he heard him grumbling about women。 That showed that in time he would be able to control his women…folk。 No matter how prosperous a man was； if he was unable to rule his women and his children （and especially his women） he was not really a man。 He was like the man in the song who had ten and one wives and not enough soup for his foo…foo。
So Okonkwo encouraged the boys to sit with him in his obi； and he told them stories of the land—masculine stories of violence and bloodshed。 Nwoye knew that it was right to be masculine and to be violent； but somehow he still preferred the stories that his mother used to tell； and which she no doubt still told to her younger children—stories of the tortoise and his wily ways； and of the bird eneke…nti…oba who challenged the whole world to a wrestling contest and was finally thrown by the cat。 He remembered the story she often told of the quarrel between Earth and Sky long ago； and how Sky withheld rain for seven years； until crops withered and the dead could not be buried because the hoes broke on the stony Earth。 At last Vulture was sent to plead with Sky； and to soften his heart with a song of the suffering of the sons of men。 Whenever Nwoye's mother sang this song he felt carried away to the distant scene in the sky where Vulture； Earth's emissary； sang for mercy。 At last Sky was moved to pity； and he gave to Vulture rain wrapped in leaves of coco…yam。 But as he flew home his long talon pierced the leaves and the rain fell as it had never fallen before。 And so heavily did it rain on
Vulture that he did not return to deliver his message but flew to a distant land； from where he had espied a fire。 And when he got there he found it was a man making a sacrifice。 He warmed himself in the fire and ate the entrails。
That was the kind of story that Nwoye loved。 But he now knew that they were for foolish women and children； and he knew that his father wanted him to be a man。 And so he feigned that he no longer cared for women's stories。 And when he did this he saw that his father was pleased； and no longer rebuked him or beat him。 So Nwoye and Ikemefuna would listen to Okonkwo's stories about tribal wars； or how； years ago； he had stalked his victim； overpowered him and obtained his first human head。 And as he told them of the past they sat in darkness or the dim glow of logs； waiting for the women to finish their cooking。 When they finished； each brought her bowl of foo…foo and bowl of soup to her husband。 An oil lamp was lit and Okonkwo tasted from each bowl； and then passed two shares to Nwoye and Ikemefuna。
In this way the moons and the seasons passed。 And then the locusts came。 It had not happened for many a long year。 The elders said locusts came once in a generation； reappeared every year for seven years and then disappeared for another lifetime。 They went back to their caves in a distant land； where they were guarded by a race of stunted men。 And then after another lifetime these men opened the caves again and the locusts came to Umuofia。
They came in the cold harmattan season after the harvests had been gathered； and ate up all the wild grass in the fields。
Okonkwo and the two boys were working on the red outer walls of the pound。 This was one of the lighter tasks of the after…harvest season。 A new cover of thick palm branches and palm leaves was set on the walls to protect them from the next rainy season。 Okonkwo worked on the outside of the wall and the boys worked from within。 There were little holes from one side to the other in the upper levels of the wall； and through these Okonkwo passed the rope； or tie…tie； to the boys and they passed it round the wooden stays and then back to him；… and in this way the cover was strengthened on the wall。
The women had gone to the bush to collect firewood； and the little children to visit their playmates in the neighboring pounds。 The