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Okonkwo was well known throughout the nine villages and even
beyond. His fame rested on solid personal achievements. As a
young man of eighteen he had brought honor to his village by
throwing Amalinze the Cat. Amalinze was the great wrestler who
for seven years was unbeaten, from Umuofia to Mbaino.

He was called the Cat because his back would never touch the earth. It was
this man that Okonkwo threw in a fight which the old men agreed
was one of the fiercest since the founder of their town engaged a
spirit of the wild for seven days and seven nights.

The drums beat and the flutes sang and the spectators held their
breath. Amalinze was a wily craftsman, but Okonkwo was as
slippery as a fish in water. Every nerve and every muscle stood out
on their arms, on their backs and their thighs, and one almost heard
them stretching to breaking point. In the end Okonkwo threw the
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...That was many years ago, twenty years or more, and during this
time Okonkwo's fame had grown like a bush-fire in the harmattan.
He was tall and huge, and his bushy eyebrows and wide nose gave
him a very severe look. He breathed heavily, and it was said that,
when he slept, his wives and children in their houses could hear
him breathe.

When he walked, his heels hardly touched the ground
and he seemed to walk on springs, as if he was going to pounce on
somebody. And he did pounce on people quite often. He had a
slight stammer and whenever he was angry and could not get his
words out quickly enough, he would use his fists. He had no
patience with unsuccessful men. He had had no patience with his

Unoka, for that was his father's name, had died ten years ago. In
his day he was lazy and improvident and was quite incapable of
thinking about tomorrow. If any money came his way, and it
seldom did, he immediately bought gourds of palm-wine, called
round his neighbors and made merry...


....He always said that
whenever he saw a dead man's mouth he saw the folly of not eating
what one had in one's lifetime. Unoka was, of course, a debtor, and
he owed every neighbor some money, from a few cowries to quite
substantial amounts.

He was tall but very thin and had a slight stoop. He wore a haggard
and mournful look except when he was drinking or playing on his
flute. He was very good on his flute, and his happiest moments
were the two or three moons after the harvest when the village
musicians brought down their instruments, hung above the

Unoka would play with them, his face beaming with
blessedness and peace. Sometimes another village would ask
Unoka's band and their dancing egwugwu to come and stay with
them and teach them their tunes. They would go to such hosts for
as long as three or four markets, making music and feasting.

--Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe--

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