Many did not understand what Obinze said, but there were those who ran home.
They could not understand how the river world could bring back a dead man to fight Obinze. Others remained on the wrestling ground to see how it would turn out. When Obinze saw that many remained, he cried out, “Send for your machetes, go find your spears. If you have no weapon, go borrow from your neighours; for war is upon us!”
They still did not understand Obinze. But they were worried. Seeing his people could not understand him, he turned, made a stand and waited for the fight to begin. Because the elders and chiefs of Ukeh did not approve of the fight, they refused to wave for the match to begin.
A spirit which camouflaged as one of the elders who accompanied Ojadili to Ukeh, ran into the wrestling ground and waved for the match to begin. Ojadill lunged foward at the speed of light and lifted Obinze with one arm and slammed him on the ground. Obinze’s excruciating cry sent many running away from the wrestling ground. Ojadili gave him no chance at all; he moved in on him yet again and slammed him on the ground.
To the few who remained to watch the fight that was the end of Obinze. Blood gushed from his mouth and he went into spasm. As he lay on the ground writhing and obviously dying slowing. Ojadili gloated and gave a sign to the spirits who swarmed the land to run through it as soon as he finished Obinze off.
Turning, Ojadili ran toward Obinze who lay limp on the ground. As he drew nearer, Ijele began to laugh until his laugh grew very loud. Ojadili stooped and lifted Obinze for all to see. He knew his next attack would be the end of the once legendary wrestler. While he suspended Obinze’s flaccid body in the air, Ijele laughed on. Then Ojadili staggered a bit.
Obinze was gaining weight; yet again he staggered. The weight was becoming too much for him to bear and so he dropped him on the ground and moved back to study him. At this point, Ijele stood up and began to praise Obinze. Turning to the young men who were brave enough to stay back and watch the fight, he asked, “Is there no song in this land you sing with Obinze’s name in it?” The young men looked forlorn and showed no courage to sing or have faith in Obinze. As long as they were concerned Obinze was dead. Ijele gyrated around and asked the young men to sing for Obinze. Ijele’s belief was infectious. Lamely the young men picked up the song, “Obinze Ebube dike! Ebube dike! Obinze Ebube dike! Ebube dike! Obinze Ebebu dike!” As they sang, the drummers joined them, and then the gong was heard. Hands claps were heard. Finally Ukeh begin to sing to their hero and their voice went up. Like a wild beast Ojadili ran to lift Obinze again, alas, he could not. He moved back and stared unbelievably at the spirits whom he came with. He was forced to turn around and look at Oninze’s direction when the crowd began to shout insanely. Obinze was sitting on the bare floor cleaning blood from his mouth with the back of his hands. The celebratory shout from the wrestling ground was so loud that those who had ran home in fear began to run back to the wrestling ground; and as they came back, they bore weapons of warfare.
Painfully Obinze stuttered to his feet, Ojadili ran to him to sweep him off his feet, but Obinze did not bother to attack him, he simply stooped a bit and Ojadili bounced at him. Many people, at that stunt from Obinze, Ukeh went nuts with excitement. Their hero was back; and he was making a dead legend look like his ilk. Ojadili attacked him again and this time Obinze repelled him with his famous punches.
Clearly Ojadili did not know what to do with him anymore, so he resorted to his old wrestling skills and came for Obinze.
Smartly Obinze parried his dangerous attacks; he was slowly getting into the groove. To all who watched the fight it was obvious that Ojadili was not only a man who came from the dead, he also had something evil in him. His face was beginning to contort, that was Atari unwinding fully to kill Obinze. Obinze was no fool, he knew quiet well that he was not in the same class with Ojadili, but somone who watched all Ojadili’s fight and who was Ojadili’s teacher had taught him well- Ijele. With Atari’s full power surging through Ojadili, he came for Obinze. Obinze moved in on him and successfully held his two hands. As Ojadili tried to break free, Obinze shouted, “Brother! This is my time, my generation and my land! Now be gone to where you came from!”