Synapsis of Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe

Things Fall Apart (Ch.7, Ikemefuna)
For three years I lived with Okonkwo and his family. By now the elders seemed to have forgotten about me being their sacrifice, which is a relief to me.
As the years go by I have grown rapidly like a yam. I even became close with Nwoye. He is like a younger brother to me. We no longer have to watch the mothers cook; we now sit in Okonkwo’s obi or watch him tap the palm tree to get the day’s wine.
I have come to see how happy Okonkwo was of his son, Nwoye, because he has know become a true man from what he has learned from me. I have come to learn that Okonkwo, like any other father, wants his son to become prosperous to feed his ancestors after he has died. Nwoye knew that it was his right to be a man because of the stories that he would tell us; he told of violence and bloodshed. We heard of when he first took a human head from a battle as we were given Okonkwo’s share of food.
One day, as Okonkwo, Nwoye, and I were strengthening the walls of the compound, a swarm of locust descended from the sky. The people of Umuofia prayed that they would stay for the night, which they did. The next day we roasted the locusts and sun baked some. While we were having a feast Ezeudu, a great warrior of the village, came to see Okonkwo. Ezeudu asked Okonkwo to talk with him outside. As they went outside to talk, I had a gut wrenching feeling in my stomach.
The next day I knew that something bad was really going to happen. The elders from all nine villages came to the compound and in hushed whispers spoke with Okonkwo. When they left Okonkwo sat with his chin in his palms. He told me that I would be going home. Upon this news Nwoye started to cry and Okonkwo started to beat him. I didn’t miss my home anymor...

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To Charley. thank you for being such a good friend to me. You have always been one of my only friends during difficult times.
I am sorry to everyone for being a burden and for making your lives miserable.
I am a man with a strong pride. I live for the sensation of knowing that I am loved by all because I want to have a connection with everyone. Yet, there was barely anyone at my funeral.
I felt unloved, but I forgive you. From here I could see who truly was close to me. And to those that came I thank you.
It would have been depressing if no one had went to my funeral.
Now, the reason why I killed myself is for the good of my family. I saw that I was not providing enough for the family so the only way I saw fit to help my family was to kill myself. It was a way for the family to gain my insurance money, so they may prospere. So, please forgive me.