This is it, I thought to myself. This was my chance to show all of Umuofia that I was the best wrestler around, better than Amalinze the Cat, and better than anyone else. The pride of my whole family rested on this moment. Before I knew it, the Cat was sprinting towards me, and without thinking, I slipped past him and somehow managed to pick him up and throw him to the ground. The crowd roared and I knew I had won. However, in the midst of all that glory, I couldn't help but remember my old, weak father. He never really did anything with his life, and some of the villagers started to refer to him as a woman, since he never earned any high titles. All he was interested in was playing the flute and relaxing. My father was a failure at farming, and he owed almost everyone some sort of debt. None of those debts were repaid when he died, and I needed to build a good reputation for myself with almost nothing to start with. Thankfully, a kind elder of the village gave me some yam seeds to start a farm, and I had some left over from last season's harvest. So, needless to say I live everyday in fear that I won't be able to support my wives, that I will earn a reputation like my father's, or that I will not have a place of honor as a man like myself should.
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