What happened next was the work of Ekwensu, the bringer of evil. Akukali rushed after Ebo, went into the obi, took the ikenga from his shrine, rushed outside again and, while everyone stood aghast, split it in two.
Ebo was last to see the abomination….Akukali stood in front of him. The two pieces of his ikenga lay where their violator had kicked them in the dust.
"Move another step if you call yourself a man. Yes I did it. What can you do?"
So it was true. Still Ebo turned round and went into his obi. Yes, the gap where his ikenga, the strength of his right arm, had stood stared back at him – an empty patch, without dust, on the wooden board. "Nna doh! Nna doh!" he wept, calling on his dead father to come to his aid. Then he got up and went into his sleeping-room. He was there a little while before Otikpo, thinking he might be doing violence to himself, rushed into the room to see. But it was too late. Ebo pushed him aside and came into the obi with his loaded gun. At the threshold he knelt down and aimed. Akukalia, sensing the danger, dashed forward. Although the bullet had caught him in the chest, he continued running with his machete held high until he fell at the threshold, his face hitting the low thatch before he went down.
When the body was brought home to Umuaro everyone was stunned. It had never happened before that an emissary of Umuaro was killed abroad. But after the first shock people began to say that their clansman had done an unforgivable thing. (2.79-83)