How can one remember what life was like before, when the present
state of your world has been turned upside down? As I sit here staring into the
open fields of yams, I begin to think about what life was like before the
arrival of the white men. The harmony of our world was in place, the reality of
our beliefs remained throughout the tribe and our father Chukwu, and most of all, the men and woman
of Umofia were fighters, strong fighters.
Now, everywhere I
turn, what stands in front of me is unrecognizable, and what we thought could
never been unbroken is now breaking, slowly falling apart until none of it is
left and no one is left to stand for it. Yes, at first we were curious about
what these white men had to bring us and of their relevance to our lives,
little did we know that they were making significant changes right before our
eyes with us under some kind of "spell". Their leader was a kind man
of a gentle spirit, but knew how to get his way by truly communicating and
sympathizing with the people of Umofia. Eventually, schools and hospitals were
built, which all in all contributed to the liking of our people. Our men are in
denial! Everything that we are made of, everything that we have built is slowly
deteriorating and no one seems to be turning one head.
The land we once called our home has turned into a new world, one
that I and others are denying to truly identify with. Things are falling apart…Things
have fallen apart.
No comments:
Post a Comment