When he wrote to his grand-daughter-in-law on a crumpled paper that she had the power to stop evil, it was on a day that the rain had been so heavy and by the simple sight and sound of it, Pa Joe thought God had changed his mind and was going to destroy the world with rain. The evil he wrote to her she could stop was the evil of her husband returning late at night or not returning for days. Pa Joe wrote, YOU CAN STOP THIS EVIL. GO AND FIND OUT WHAT IS KEEPING HIM AWAY...

The African literary landscape is coloured by those influenced by Things Fall Apart. Indeed, the man-behind-the-story is referred to as the granddaddy of African literature. Whoever is the daddy?

He had become a distinguished visitor at the Hospital, not for his own incapacity. He was son to the woman who made the loudest noise and sang the most toneless songs. He did not surmise it as disgrace and embarrassment. Everyone who came to the hospital knew insane people...

He began to find love elsewhere, and not where he expected. She was still in Law School and she said she was unready for anything called marriage. She said she loved him, especially his perceivable diligence, but she was unready. He said he would wait for her to even start practicing her law, she said he should not bother. She did not know if she would be ready, then...

There was nowhere else to go. He was returning. There were sounds that heralded him, even from the bus stop. The sounds were without sights. He knew the sights properly and needed no reminder. Who would not have reminiscence for the town of his birth?