Obierika's memoir (Reflection)

What is happening now is not good. Everything is falling apart, from the language to the customs of our culture. Our way of life is being threatened by the white people. I don't know why this is happening, but it might be because of the fact that there has been increased violence in the past couple of days.  Okonkwo had been interfering with the white people far too much, and now this is happened. He had been recently imprisoned, falling prey to an ambush. Then the hammer broke the nail. Okonkwo, trying to keep his culture's dignity, was even more humiliated. Everything then just started to break down. Okonkwo, oh how dear a friend was he- committed suicide. I knew then that things had become really bad.
Ever since then, the white people have gradually taken power of our land. There is chaos everywhere, as the remnants of the culture are being wiped out. The district commissioner has assumed the power of his queen in our land, and thinks that we are being civilised. He seems like a benevolent holder who thinks of himself as the one who connects the dots for us. But this is far from the truth. Even though this might be better in some aspects, I think this sudden change is bad for us. All these years, Igbo tradition has been carefully preserved and evolved. But now, the actions of certain people have provoked the actions of the colonisers. Only if certain people like Okonkwo had kept their cool, things might have been a bit better. We are helpless. We are breaking down. Things are indeed falling apart.