Obierika Memoir

I was so stupid, so ignorant and so blind, to not have been able to see what was happening to our culture, traditions, and land. I let the curious side of me explore, and adapt to the changes that were taking place because of the white men. Where did that get me? The one man that challenged these men is now dead hanging from a tree. And I am still alive, the roles should be reversed. I let this happen, while Okonkwo was the only one who questioned what was happening, and he did this rightfully so.  Okonkwo came to me wanting to start a rebellion against them, but I rejected his idea. He was my best friend, and I could not stand by him when he needed me the most, what does that make me? They distracted us with their religion, new ideas, their new culture, and new traditions, but for what price? To scavenge and take our resources from our land, to destroy our culture, our traditions, our religion and again who was the only one able to see this and want to do something about it…Okonkwo. You should be ashamed of yourself letting your best friend go like that. You’re a coward. Where do my Igbo people go from here? Well, they don’t. Younger generations will grow up learning in the education systems of the white men, learning their traditions, their cultures, and their religion. Unless we rise together and take back our land that is rightfully ours. This is for you Okonkwo, sorry I didn't help. R.I.P.