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It has been weeks since he had last seen his family. He missed all of them so much. Except for his father. He did not miss him at all. Life among the missionaries was different than what he imagined. “My father’s reputation foreshadows him” Nwoye said, packing as much meaning as he could into the few words. “You are one of us now” Mr. Kiaga explained. “You will be safe here with us” Nwoye interrupted him. “What about my family? They are not able to see me.” ┬áMr. Kiaga smiled Nwoye. “Do not worry, Your family will be safe.” Months have passed and Nwoye has arrived in Umuofia, Umuofia was different. The Christians had a huge impact ever since they had arrived here. He hears the whispers of the people around him of his arrival. He realizes that the whispers always followed by the name, Okonkwo. Nwoye was happy with the Christians. Even though he had to bear with his fellow converts, he accepted them either way. Now that Umuofia is different, he wants everyone in Umuofia to accept his new self, Isaac. Isaac sounded nicer than Nwoye. He looked at everyone. He couldn’t believe that he is here. White men and women walked around, talking casually, laughing. A sight that you wouldn’t see before. He went to the school that he applied to. Isaac went to his classroom to find out that his classmates were converts as well. They turned and looked at him. “You must be the new one.” A older one said to him. Isaac nodded. “I’m Isaac” everyone glared at him. “My name is Andrew” he said. Andrew acknowledged Isaac’s arrival. “You are Igbo, are you not? Andrew asked. “My father was one of them. He opposed the Christians. Although anyone in my family wanted to confront with him, everyone was scared of him, but I wasn’t” Isaac replied. As fifty years as passed, Isaac watched Umuofia evolve. He watched his people get segregated into different population and were treated unfairly. He couldn’t grasp the pain as he realizes that his tradition he once left was not there anymore. He still think that Ikemefuna is still alive, and that Okonkwo is there to disagree with him. But sadly, that wouldn’t be true, those days are gone. He’s an old man now. As he waited for his sister arrival in Umuofia, he looks at the letter he had received, reminding him that at least he didn’t become like his father, he told himself. As the bus pulled over the stop, Isaac sees his sister Ezinma, he rushed to her and hugged her. As they went back to Isaac’s place, Ezinma started telling Isaac about what has happened to his family when they’re away from Umuofia. “We joined a few years later” Ezinma said. “They call me Isabella now” Isaac was surprised. “It is good of you to comeback. Many years have passed since you have left our Father” He said. “Yes, I’m glad that here in Umuofia, were father told me that this is the place where I belonged” Isabella said. “I’m glad that you’re here” Isaac told Isabella, grinning.