Okeke Alternate Ending

Suicide presents itself as the only answer to his lack of self-awareness, terminating all of his tribulations. Okonkwo’s endless reach for this unattainable idea of a man is essentially shattered in his

In the play Tartuffe, Molière portrays marriage in a unique way. He expresses a different perspective on marriage that most people would disagree with. In the play, marriage never seems to base around love but rather seems to be a very serious part of their life. Mariane submits to her father because during this time period the father was able to choose whom his daughter would marry. This submission is not based on love but rather who her father enjoys the best. It puts a great deal of pressure on the father to make the right decision. Marriage to Tartuffe would have caused Mariane a lifetime of discontent and it would have also associated the

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

“I don’t feel so well” Jan’s father had suddenly said one morning at breakfast. Her father, a World War II veteran, stood up and went to go lie down. The rest of the family continued with their day. Michael went to see how his father was. When he tried to wake him his father didn’t respond or make a sound. The 11 year old boy was the one who first knew that his father was gone. The memory of her father’s loss is vivid in Jan’s mind. It was a substantial shock after he had survived the horrors of World War II and then just passed away quietly at home one morning. Jan now understands how

I vividly remember that chilly night in March as I walked out of Fifer, the building my father now calls home, for the first time. I had goosebumps, but they were not from the cold I felt hit my skin. Instead, they were from the sickness in my stomach. As I got in the car, I began to cry and had to stop myself from running back inside. My entire world had turned upside-down. How could I go home without my father? How could I leave him in a nursing home, a place where he was too young and mentally fit to be confined? I had to fight the feeling that he didn’t belong. I had to remind myself of why he chose to be there, and I hated it.

“Right this way,” the nurse ahead of me was prompting me to a brightly lit hall that was completely foreign to me. I couldn’t help but be terrified by the sights and sounds around me: people chattering, machines methodically beeping, gurneys rushing past. It was my first time in a hospital and my eyes frantically searched each room looking for any trace of my father. She stopped suddenly and I turned to the bed in front of me but I could not comprehend what I saw. At such a young age, I idolized my father; I had never seen him so vulnerable. Seeing him laying in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and tubes was like witnessing Superman encounter kryptonite. My dad’s car accident not only made him a quadriplegic, but also crippled

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

Some elderly lack funds to be in a decent nursing home or medical facility with adequate care and trustworthy caregivers. I imagine the fear of the elderly who do not know what is happening to them because they are affected by dementia and are unable to make a conscious choice about the strength they will muster or the dignity they will show if pain wracks them. While this story tells an orderly, slow, and calm tale of the approaching state of death, it is the experience I would wish for everyone to have, but sadly not always the

Morning arrived yet this time with a cheerful face of my mother and my healing brother’s smile. For the first time, this felt like home exactly, the way we lived 2 years back with warmth and happiness echoing in our house. I almost forgot the comfort of sitting on a couch or laying on a bed beside my mother. The aroma of her devouring food filled the house and the riddles of my ever loved brother never stopped, now, I had no need to keep track of

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

Graham Green wrote the beautiful love story The End of the Affair. The content is about the four characters the novelist, Maurice Bendrix; the couple Henry and Sarah Miles; and the priest Richard Smythe. Maurice meets Sarah and they fall in love deeply. The more Maurice loves Sarah, the more he realizes that there is an indestructible obstacle, which prevents him possessing all Sarah’s love. Maurice’s love affair ends, he lives in hatred and torment because Sarah staying away from him. Maurice has no more doubt when he finds out Sarah’s thought after reading her journal. The time he comes to her again, it is too late; Sarah can no longer enjoy true love with Maurice; she dies. After

In the story "marriage is a private affair" the main character Nneameka finds himself growing into an honorable young man as he develops a sense of courage to stand up against society, and defend the people he loves. This brings into focus one of the major themes of the story which I believe is staying true to yourself and doing what you think to be honest and pure despite what others may think, and in the end everything will work out. For Nneameka the theme was developed throughout the whole story from beginning to end in multiple ways. Whether it be through dialogue, events in the story or the overall plot Nneameka's character helped reveal and develop the theme tremendously. In the beginning of the story you find that Nneameka is constantly wrestling with himself on how to tell his father about Nene and their engagement.

Naemeka – young Nigerian man from the Igbo tribe who has moved to the city of Lagos and has fallen in love with Nene. He realizes that his father will not approve of his marriage but he goes ahead and marries the woman he loves.

Their romance began with “The Train Journey”, that beautiful wartime film about the consequences of forbidden love. The cinema was a tad unclean; some of the seats were soiled and the screen curtain was torn in places. These faded red and ripped curtains parted before Sebastian K. Day’s eyes, as if he were Moses, and they were the Red Sea. When the screen was fully exposed, the film began. The screen flickered the way old films of this time tend to do so, but when one is watching a first-rate film – so-called “reality” hastily retracts its claws and retreats. One’s self is focused upon the unfolding cinematic experience. The radio tower on top of the world spoke to us in Morse-code. The action of the film cuts between the slow, repressed amble of a suave, sophisticated gentleman, around a railway station, with one those refined and genteel accents that appears in films of this time, and a woman frantically running through the foggy streets in pursuit of an unattainable goal – her, societally forbidden lover, the gentleman in the restroom. He drains his cup of tea, as the voice of the Noël Cowardesque announcer called out down the platform “The train for -, - and – is now arriving at Platform 3.” He, the gentleman, hearing this announcement, which after all was intended for his ears, and his alone, drains his cup again (an obvious, but, due to the high emotive tension of the film, often overlooked continuity error), grabs his mackintosh and fedora and

‘Marriage is a private affair’ is a short story written by Chinua Achebe, in the year 1952. The story takes place in Lagos in Nigeria in the 1950ies. The most important point in this story is the cultural and religious differences between Nene and Nnaemeka’s families. Therefor the main theme of the text is the clash between two cultures. The text is also dealing with other subthemes such as, love, arranged marriage, father and son relationship (Nnaemeka’s respect for his father) and of course family. The title of the story says a lot, because it pretty much sums up the message of the story. Chinua Achebe is with his story trying to point out that marriage is a private affair, and no one