I Love You (Lionel Ritchie cover)

“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.” After cutting him down, Okwonkwo and his machete remained in tact raised in the air as if frozen from the death of Ikemefuna. Okonkwo’s eyes stayed focused on his targeted object and his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened. Then, with one quick motion, he jerked back, machete raised in the air and he slowly let it fall again back into the sheath held top of his left shoulder. He turned towards the men. The other men, whose eyes were focused on Okonkwo, quickly jerked their heads toward the boy and began walking towards him. “You did the good thing, Okonkwo,” one of the men said. They carried Ikemfuna’s body away to the forest because they believed The Oracle demanded this of them. Okonkwo remained in his place, gazing at the blood stained grass below him. When other men entered the forest, Okonkwo dropped his machete and fell to the ground with a blow from his knees. He grasped his face in his hands and then let them slide to his sides as he stared at the ground.
“I did not want to be like my father,” Okonkwo said, turning his head towards the sky. His veins rose to the top of his skin as he grasped his machete again and went to find the men. They all proceeded back to the village. Okonkwo was the last of the men. His head rose above the others as he walked, and his arm swayed at his right side, while his left hand was clenched firmly around the handle of his machete. He did not want to look week, and he turned his eyes toward the ground in a frozen stare.

you all are fools