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The way he said it sent cold fear down Ikemefuna's back. His hands trembled vaguely on the black pot he carried. Why had Okonkwo withdrawn to the rear?
One of the men behind him cleared his throat. Ikemefuena looked back, and the man growled at him to go on and not stand looking back.
Ikemefuma felt his legs melting under him. And he was Afraid to look back...
As the man who had cleared his throat drew up and raised his machete. Okonkwo looked away. He heard the blow. The pot fell and broke in the sand. He heard Ikemefuna cry...
MY FATHER, THEY HAVE KILLED ME!!
As he ran towards him. Dazed with fear, okonkwo drew his machete and cut him down. He was afraid of being thought weak.
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