Things Fall Apart: B vs. S
The Journals of Mr. Brown and Mr. Smith Today I venture outward, toward the village of Mbanta, the next village selected for our missionary program. Hoping to begin on the right foot, I've hired an Ibo interpreter, someone who I hope will be able to make my life much easier. I have determined that a good interpreter is something of a rather big importance for missionary work; even such an objective thing such as "god" can be torn to pieces through a language barrier, and then reassembled into something completely different on the other end. I strongly believe communication is the key in converting the tribes in this area, for communication breeds understanding while miscommunication breeds violence, as the unfortunate occurrence in Abame. It is essential that the natives understand that we are merely here to open their eyes to the one and true God, not destroy everything they know and love. Language is such a sensitive thing-something I do not believe my colleagues understand, and proper translation of it is absolutely essential. My goal for tomorrow, the day I introduce myself and fellow missionaries to the Mbanta people, is to present Chri
My interpreter Okeke had dared to suggest that Enoch was not justified in revealing the fictitiousness of the ceremony he had interrupted. They were most surprised to find that God had no wife, despite having a son. I have attempted to make clear to them over and over that they have little to worry about, as long as they cooperate with us. There are a few exceptions, of course. A messenger of the Church! Murdered! I will not stand for this, and even now, as I write, the District Commissioner is assembling with a small army to go obtain this individual, who will hang in front of all the tribesmen as an example for the sin he has committed. It was difficult to understand my interpreter, who spent more time eyeing the long machetes on the disguised tribesmen than interpreting carefully. I found out only yesterday that one woman insisted her husband tear apart their dead child with his machete, then had the audacity to attend church service the very next day. The people gave us a piece of land to build on, and since I last wrote, we have constructed a mediocre church, and although it does not do much justice to our Lord, it is certainly a step in the right direction. * The first day in a new village is always interesting. I voted for their immediate execution, but was overruled by the others on the panel who voted for fining them. You see, in any thing, a framework must be built, and if this framework is not stable, the rest of the project will fall. This one proved to be no different. After the first missionaries were murdered, the government had little choice but to eliminate most of the villagers.
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