Chapter 19: Were do I start It’s because I am so glad, I have no words to express my self. Well today is my seventh year in exile. This means I am free! I thought this day will never arrive,but now that it is here it is impossible to believe it is. I send some money to my good friend Obierka in Umofia in order for him to build a house for me and my soon to arrive family. I am happy I will return to my native land . I mean what human wouldn’t be proud to return to a land were he spend all his life in,and were he had a great life. Well atleast were he thought he did.
I mean all i’ve really been thinking since I arrived to Mbanta was how to maintain my rank in Umofia when I go back. I plan to buy the first in the rug of social titles for two of my sons when I return. Now I see my family happy because I am taking them back to our native land I am so grateful,but ofcourse I show no emotion. You know what I am going to say a secret. “I AM GETTING TIERED OF NOT SHOWING EMOTION OF MY FEELINGS.” I AM A MAN,BUT I AM ALSO HUMAN.
I actually held a feast before I left Mbanta. It was a great feast! The purpose of this feast was to thank the kinsmen of the village for their great,amazing,awesome hospitality. I really am going to miss this place,but not the church part though. I gave them a brief description of my expirience in Mbanta during my time in exile. I had a great time I remember when the children helped me with the farm. I am glad people over here received me I mean a man rarely goes to his mothers homeland. And I strongly recommened you men start doinng it. Because you never know what horrible things may happen to you without you even seeing it coming. And I tell you this from expirience.
Well as soon as the ceremony started I greeted everyone,and of course we ate,and drank wine. I felt as good as new. One of the elders stood up front in the center of every one. He started to speek off topic. The speech was about the danger that this newq religion was putting upon us. This religion posed to their clan because it made it possible for sons to separate for their fathers,and break the traditions our culture had established. That was so true. As a matter of fact these missionaries were making me hate religion!!!!!!!! I was starting to hate Religion because of them!!!!! And to make it even worse my son Nwoye was with them now. I don’t even know if I should call him my son anymore!
