At the beginning of their journey some people of Umuofia made fun about the locusts and the people who refused to come with them. But at later in the sky, “the sun rose slowly to the centre of the sky, birds started to chirrup in the forests, and then from the distance came the faint beating of the ekwe”. It was a peaceful dance and a dance was called an “ozo” dance. The people were very happy and the elusive dance rose between among them with music and dancing and a great feast. For the people Umuofia the locusts are considered a delicious treat among them, so the people gather them to feast on for days. 2nd Paragraph
Ikemefuna had to stay with Okonkwo for three years but he could hardly imagine that Okonkwo was not his real father. “He had never been fond of his real father, but after staying with Okonkwo for few years he had become very distant indeed”. As the time passed he thinks that would he be able to recognize his mother and sister, because her sister must have grown quite big. He was talking about all like how Okonkwo took care of him so well, about Nwoye and his mother, and about the locusts. Then suddenly a thought came upon in his mind that his mother might be dead and he tried to settle the matter the way he used. “He sang a song in his mind, and walked to its beat. If the song ended on the right foot, his mother was alive. If it ended on his left, she was ill. It ended on the right. So she was alive and well”.
Ikemefuna was in the party and the party set out with Ikemefuna carrying the pot of wine, but he hears a whisper close behind him and turned around sharply and the man who had whispered and another man went before Ikemefuna to kill him. “Thus the men with sheathed machetes, and Ikemefuna carrying a pot of palm wine on his head, walked in their midst. He felt uneasy at first but he was not afraid now because Okonkwo walked behind him, he did not know that”. One of the men behind him cleared his throat, and growled at Ikemefuna to go on and not standing looking back. The way it was said he was now very afraid to look back. The man who cleared his throat and raised his machete, “Okonkwo” looked away but he heard the blow of the machete. The pot immediately fell and broke in the sand. “Okonkwo heard Ikemefuna cry, ‘My father, they have killed me!’ as he ran towards him. Without fear, Okonkwo drew his machete and cut him down”.