In chapter 7 of Things Fall Apart,
            indeed a silence falls upon the Ibo clansmen, for they know they must commit the
            unspeakable: kill Ikemefuna.  Achebe describes the event as a kind of
            apocolypse:
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the locusts came...a shadow fell on the
            world...the sun seemed hidden behind a thick cloud..."Locusts are
            descending."
After the
            locusts, Okonkwo gets words from Ezeudu that the village has decided to kill Ikemefuna:
            "the Oracle of the Hills and Caves has pronounced it."  Ezeudu warns Okonkwo not to take
            part.
So, the entire event is shrouded in silence: we never
            hear why the villagers want Ikemefuna killed; we never hear the oracle (can one hear
            such a thing?); and Okonkwo never tells his son Nwoye or his adopted son Ikemefuna.  The
            murder is shrouded in silence to protect the village.
We
            may possibly assume Umuofia wants the boy dead because he is reaching manhood, because
            he is stronger than Nwoye and therefore a threat to eventually taking a leadership role
            in the clan, and because he is an outsider.  So, the communal village must protect
            itself against outside threats.
On the day of the
            announcement there is an eerie silence on the land:
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The harmattan was in the air and seemed to
            distill a hazy feeling of sleep on the world. Okonkwo and the boys worked
            in complete
            silence...
On
            the day of the murder, more silence:
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Okonkwo got ready quickly and the party set out
            with Ikemefuna carrying the pot of wine. A deathly silence
            descended on Okonkwo's compound. Even the very little children seemed to
            know. Throughout that day Nwoye sat in his mother's hut and tears stood in his
            eyes...
And, as the men
            depart:
At
the beginning of their journey the men of Umuofia talked and laughed about the locusts,
about their women, and about some effeminate men who had refused to come with them. But
as they drew near to the outskirts of Umuofia silence fell upon them
too...They argued for a short while and
fell into silence again, and the elusive dance rose and
fell with the wind. Somewhere a man was taking one of the titles of his clan, with music
and dancing and a great
feast.
So, everyone knows but
            cannot speak: the men, the women, the effeminate men, the children, and especially
            Nwoye.  He is angry beyond words.  Okonwko too is angry, but he dare not speak, lest
            Ikemfuna cry out.
When the time of the murder comes,
            Okonkwo lashes out and kills the boy, despite orders to the contrary, with nary a word.
             In fact, he kills the boy because he broke the silence,
            saying "My father they have killed me!"  So, to Okonkwo, words are weak.  They remind
            him of his lazy agbala father.  Better to fight to the sounds of
            the drum, better to work under the hot sun, better to wrestle in the ring.  Words are
            weak.  Silence is manly.
 
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