SPEECH

Good evening ladies and gentlemen of The Royal Colonial Institute, 

I feel honored to be here as a representative of many missionaries in Africa, and I, as once a missionary in Western-Africa, am here to inform you with how my life was back there. 

There were many great people, although some were very hostile and unwelcoming my existence and Christianity. However, they were willing to give me a small portion of land which they considered evil and unsafe, a burial ground for those who have done misdeed. With the support of Our graceful God, I was able to survive there and was able to prove the very love of our God. Their Gods, or I should say supreme beings, had the name, Chukwu, who, from what I have been told, is relentless, vicious, and materialistic. Then, I had spread the 'Good News' to the Ibo people not as means of colonization,but as means of doing what our foremost Queen and our foremost God have told me to do. The result was favorable: many Ibo people were attracted by this and joined Christianity. Majority of them were outcasts, who have been thrown away from the mainland, but there was this one intelligent and benign child named Nwoye, a son of brave and man-like Okonkwo, who came into my eyes than any other converters. She explained to me about the beauty and valuable cultures and traditions of Igbo. The harmony with nature, the harmony with music, the harmony with people were beyond gorgeous

Yet, these cultures and traditions are being destroyed and crumbled into pieces.by colonizers and of them include us, the British Empire, the appointed and blessed citizens of God. Destroying the harmony with nature, destroying the harmony with music, destroying the harmony with people, and lastly, destroying the beauty of their culture into fragments are not the reasons why God dispatched us to Africa.  

Now, for those who do not appreciate my words and do not appreciate the pulchritude of the Igbo culture, I do want to use this opportunity to open up your eyes. Well, let us not forget that these are humans just like we are, and they are of kind nature. They believe it is a 'must' to be united as a community. Although the village is divided into clans who are not always favorable to each other, they do not forget the importance of union. Occasionally, the whole village gather around to enjoy celebrations and I can't emphasize more how splendid and unforgettable they were. The food people shared across individuals, families, and clans was filled with genuine love. The yams I had eaten was a true resemblance of masculinity and spirituality. The Kola nuts I was offered to break was worth more than just nuts but was rather a symbol of their sincerity and reverence.

However, it would be certainly a lie if I say the journey was only full of felicity. Honestly, there were more fatiguing times than pleasurable times, but I can tell you this, what made me tired was not the Igbo people, but it was us, the colonizers. I strived to resist the British colonizers from enforcing a new governmental system and a new way of living. Instead, they shunned me with cold sight and did everything in their way. Things started to fall apart rapidly. Commissioners replaced village leaders, Jails were built, various goods were imported, and all of these contributed to the downfall of the Igbo culture. Yes, these may have helped them live better lives, but No, these have made them forget the very value of their lives. What do you say, ladies and gentlemen of the Royal Colonial Institute? 

It is not late to turn back. Perhaps, it is the best time to turn back. We have done right things in the past. It is now time to do another.