It has been several weeks since the last time he saw his family. He missed everyone very much. Except for his father. He did not miss him at all. Life between the missionaries was different than he had 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.” Mr. Kiaga smiled Nwoye. “Do not worry, Your family will be safe.”After months passed Nwoye arrived in Umuofia, Umuofia was different. Christians have had a huge impact ever since coming here. As he hear the whispers of people around him when he arrived. He realizes that the whispers always follow the name Okonkwo. Nwoye was happy with the Christians. Although he had to endure his fellow converts, but he accepted them in one way or another. Because Umuofia is different now, he wants everyone in Umuofia to accept his new self, Isaac. Isaac sounded way better than Nwoye.I could not believe it. White men and women walked around, talking casually, laughing. A sight that you wouldn’t see before. He went to the school that applied for it. Isaac went to the classroom, and everyone turned and looked at him. “He must be new.” a boy told him. Isaac replied. “I’m Isaac”, everyone was glaring at him. “My name is Andrew.” Andrew acknowledges Isaac’s arrival. “Aren’t you Igbo?” 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.Fifty years later, Isaac saw a colossal development. He felt that his people were divided into different demographics and was treated unfairly. He could not bear pain when he realized that the tradition he had left no longer existed. He still believed that Ikemefuna is still alive, and that Okonkwo is there to disagree with his choices. Unfortunately, this is not true and that those days are gone. He is an old man now. 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.