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Rule 2: No mercy, for them, or from them. Okori’s fingers splayed around the handles of the half-length katanas hung gunslinger style on her hips and gripped tightly. No mercy, for them, or from them. She was seven the first time she heard those words. Her father had snuck up behind her and shoved her to the ground as punishment for letting him catch her off guard.
“I’m sorry.” She brushed away the gravel embedded in her now bloodied elbows. “It won’t happen again.”
He smiled. “I know, sweetheart.”
He was close to fifty then; the odd grey rebel hair lurked among the rest of his head’s loyal black followers. Even so, he was still formidable enough to crush anyone in their prime, but those days were behind him. Now his focus was teaching
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“To kill or protect, what a pity our kind can choose only one.” He’d said that to her when, at eighteen, she’d told him she’d decided to become a guardian. “I wanted you to follow your sister and me.” He sighed. “Oh well, it’s probably best that you follow in your mother’s footsteps anyway, for you’re too kind hearted to have followed in mine. Still, with your skill, what an assassin you would have made.”
He was gone now, her mother and sister too. The Princess was the closest thing to family she had left.
Her eyes returned to the remaining men. The death of their companion didn’t deter them. When two more stepped forward to challenge her, Okori dealt with them the same way she did the first challenger. The remaining seven soon followed. Some attacked her by themselves, others in pairs, some even rushed her in threes, but their numbers and tactics didn’t matter. She subdued them all and sheathed her swords to search for the woman who delayed her.
It didn’t take Okori long to find her; she knew from experience where the Princess would
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“Why did you let it out?” the man shouted, running past Okori after it.
“It looked placid,” the boy said, brushing feathers out of the air left in the bird’s wake.
Chickens strung up at a nearby stall showed what happened to the placid. Seeing this, Okori wished the fleeing bird the best of luck. And why not? So far, it was keeping everyone’s attention off of her and the Princess. The Princess would appreciate that so soon after leaving her mother.
“Princess!”
They had almost reached their destination (the carriage on the opposite side of the square) when Ensen stepped out from behind the carriage and called out to them through the crowd.
Okori smiled. Everyone else might have failed to notice the Princess, not Ensen; he never did, no matter how chaotic things were. At forty-three, he’d been loyal to the King since forever. He was of average height with a stocky build that had rounded somewhat due to age. His eyes had seen their fair share of everything; his face had hardened as a result of it. But the Princess always made him smile. If Okori was the first person to come to the Princess’s aid, then Ensen would be jostling to get there first. Rumour had it he had collected the Princess from Beck Castle after the Queen’s death and delivered her to the Northern Palace personally.
The only one who recognized her beauty was her prince, who rescued her from her evil step mother.
To make a grand dénouement, the princess although barbaric, allowed the young lover to live and prosper with a new wife. Sometimes love takes us down unusual paths but we will always find the right path back
1. I would put myself in the place of the man on the horse he looks like he could be the leader, so the leader.
Crane’s approach to writing about the war was fresh because, of the fact that we were basically inside the heads of one of the soldiers(henry). We could feel how he felt and we knew his fears. Besides that Crane was blunt about how disorganized the war was.
Tim “O” Brien has felt a lot of shame telling this story and it wasn't easy for him to relieve some of the pressure. “My mother and father were having lunch out in the kitchen. I remember opening the letter, scanning the first few lines, feeling the blood go thick behind my eyes. I remember a sound in my head. It wasn't thinking, just a silent howl.” (p2/4) Tim has gotten a letter to fight a war that the us didn't understand and that he didn't like so he feels like he's too good for war, and feels the blood behind his eyes go thick. He couldn't, couldn't go to war.
The novel opens with a narrative directive, presumably to the reader: Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened. First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. What is the effect of this directive on you as a reader? What does it suggest about the novel that’s about to unfold? As Orleanna continues her narration, who does the “you” that she is speaking to appear to be? To what great disasters does she allude? Why is she telling the story looking back (past) on Africa while the girls seem to tell it as if it’s happening (present) in Africa? “And now we are here” (Kingsolver 13).
Okuyasu can relate to your fear, understanding what being on-guard 24/7 feels like. Nonetheless, he’d be crushed, wanting to show you how damn much he adores you. Internally, he’d be a wreck; he’s worry that he’s too gruff, or too scary, or just too... Okuyasu. It would absolutely break him. Still, he’d set his own feelings aside to focus on you, and improving your relationship together. He’d share his experiences about his own family with you, happy that you’d be able to identify with him, even if it’s over something so somber. Expect him to try to touch you more, getting you familiar to his affection, assuring that he’d never harm you.
1.The narrator wants to go to the bazaar in order to impress a girl. The girl can not go to the bazaar so the narrator tells her he can go to the bazaar and he will get her something.
The last big rains of the year had not come yet. Okonkwo became anxious as soon it would be time to return to his fatherland. He began to dream about all wrestling matches he had won and the bravery of his kinsmen. Suddenly there was a loud noise coming from outside his compound. Okonkwo jumped to his feet to see what it was. Obierika, his good friend was coming to pay him a visit and tell about the change that was taking place within Umuofia.
For all of his desire to be strong, Okonkwo is caught up by the constant fear of being perceived as weak. He is afraid of failure and afraid of being considered weak. This fear drives him to do whatever he can to not become a failure like his father which ironically contributes to his death. While Okonkwo was a strong and important figure in his tribe, he had to keep his reputation that way by making some hard decisions. One of them was when he had to kill Ikemefuna, a young boy from the neighboring tribe. Okonkwo started accepting the decision to kill Ikemefuna because he started to call Okonkwo father. He had to keep his own valor intact and kill the boy to prevent himself from showing any weakness, but deep down, Okonkwo was really upset because of what he did which was ironic, “’When did you become a shivering old woman,' Okonkwo asked himself, 'you, who are known in all the nine villages for your valor in war? How can a man who has killed five men in battle fall to pieces because he has added a boy to their number? Okonkwo, you have become a woman indeed.'" (Achebe 65). He continued to roll downhill when the white man comes to try and convert Okonkwo’s tribe. Okonkwo responds by killing one of the messengers that were sent. This cause Okonkwo's own tribe to question his actions. “"Okonkwo stood looking at the dead man. He knew that Umuofia would not go to war. He knew because they had let the other messengers escape.
“Well, for instance, when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. `The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering
This accidental death is just one of many crushing incidences Okonkwo has to deal with. He serves out his seven years as he is supposed to, with grand ideas of his return to his village. When the seven years are up Okonkwo does not necessarily return in triumph. Though his daughters are beautiful and worthy of marriage to a king, he is unable to immediately induct his sons into the group that he wishes.
Obierika, Okonkwo’s best friend is wiser, refusing to go on the sacrificial march. He warns Okonkwo that the slaying of Ikemefuna does not please the Earth, and prophesizes, "It is the kind of action for which the goddess wipes out whole families" (67). Shortly after Ikemefuna’s death, Okonkwo‘s rusted gun explodes at Ezeudu’s funeral, piercing the heart of the dead man’s son, killing the boy instantly. For killing a clansman, Okonkwo and his entire family are banished and Okonkwo loses his position in his village. It is during this time that Christianity establishes itself in Okonkwo’s village. Returning after seven years, he finds that everything he once knew has changed, as the white man’s law now takes precedence over village customs. The men of his village have become like women and everything is falling apart (183).
While Okonkwo could be sensitive and caring, his obsession with control would not allow him to show it. Enzima, whom he "was especially fond of" (1441), became ill and was taken to the cave by Chielo. Ekwefi followed Chielo and the girl from a distance as she feared for her daughter's life. Okonkwo seemed to be unconcerned: "He had felt very anxious but did not show it." Unknown to Ekwefi, Okonkwo had made four trips to the cave before he found Ekwefi and "by then had become gravely worried" (1468). Okonkwo had waited to follow; he had "allowed what he regarded as a reasonable and manly interval to pass" before he went to the cave the first time (1468). To show his own fears and worries would show lack of control.
This most fearsome warrior has proven himself from the youngest age as worthy of honor and respect. He is driven by his father's legacy of shame and has no use for unsuccessful men. But as he projects his image of strength, we