chapter 18: I am a monster inside. I feel like all my culture will soon decline. I don’t show emotion because I am Okonkwo the powerful,and the vigilant. The fact that the people of the church went into the village,and proclaimed that our Gods were impotent,and dead,also they threaten to burn their shrines. That really got to me. That made us beat them up,and they were forced to live. I wouldn’t mind killing them. The relationship of the village,and the church went back to “peace” for a while.
Mean while we learned that the white men were determined,and we wouldn’t be able to stop them from introducing their religion. This was starting to get on my last nerve. I heared that thay had hung a man because he had killed a missionary? Why were these missionaries so important? Luckily it wasn’t that insane here in Mbanta Mr.Kiaga will not allow it,and he wasn’t a threat at all.
It was funny when the Mbanta church first faced the issue of recieving outcasts. I mean no offense,because I consider myself an aoutcast of somekind. I was rejected from my home village so I guess that fits the category. The members of the church still believed that the outcasts didn’t belong. They thought that christianity should not be offered fo them. This was great for me. I was happy that they were having problems. Not because I am mean,but because they deserve it. Mr.Kiaga had to mess everything up though.
What really consered me was that twins were being exepted too. What in the world was occuring? This was social suicide!!!! Two of the village outcasts joined the church,and then they were followed by the rest of the outcasts. One of the worst things happened the folowing week,and I admitt I was happy,but mad at the same time. The reason why I was happy was one of the outcasts had killed the sacred python,and he had creathed conflict between the elders of Mbanta,and the church. I was mad because the python was very sacret to us. This moment was very desisive because now we had to choose the fun part.The punishment!!!!
The elders and rulers of the village met to determine the punishment for such disgrace, andI myself was disgusted to see that the men of Mbanta were so womanish that they would not declare war against the Christians. Instead, the Christians were altogether and were aware from Mbanta and all its activitivities. The next day was one of the best days of my life The man accused of the crime fell ill,and died! He died! you know what this means? This means our Gods punished him. Our Gods are still alive!!!!!!We are still powerful,and we will not give up to those stupid “white men” with their little myths!!!!!!
