When nearly two years later Obierika paid another visit to his friend in exile the circumstances were less happy. The missionaries1 had come to Umuofia. They had built their church there, won a handful of converts and were already sending evangelists to the surrounding towns and villages. That was a source of great sorrow to the leaders of the clan2, but many of them believed that the strange faith and the white man's god would not last. None of his converts was a man whose word was heeded3 in ihe assembly of the people. None of them was a man of title. They were mostly the kind of people that were called efulefu, worthless, empty men. The imagery of an efulefu in the language of the clan was a man who sold his machete and wore the sheath to battle. Chielo, the priestess of Agbala, called the converts the excrement4 of the clan, and the new faith was a mad dog that had come to eat it up.
What moved Obierika to visit Okonkwo was the sudden appearance of the latter's son, Nwoye, among the missionaries in Umuofia.
"What are you doing here?" Obierika had asked when after many difficulties the missionaries had allowed him to speak to the boy.
"1 am one of them," replied Nwoye.
"How is your father?" Obierika asked, not knowing what else to say.
"1 don't know. He is not my father," said Nwoye, unhappily.
And so Obierika went to Mbanta to see his friend. And he found that Okonkwo did not wish to speak about Nwoye. It was only from Nwoye's mother that he heard scraps5 of the story.
The arrival of the missionaries had caused a considerable stir in the village of Mbanta. There were six of them and one was a white man. Every man and woman came out to see the white man. Stories about these strange men had grown sim one of them had been killed in Abame and his iron horse tied to the sacred silk-cotton tree. And so everybody came to see the white man. It was the time of the year when everybody was at home. The harvest was over.
When they had all gathered, the white man began to speak to them. He spoke6 through an interpreter who was an Ibo man, though his dialect was different and harsh to the enrs of Mbanta. Many people laughed at his dialect and the way he used words strangely. Instead of saying "myself" he always said "my buttocks." But he was a man of commanding presence and the clansmen listened to him. He said he was one of them, they could see from his color and his language. The other four black men were also their brothers, although one of them did not speak Ibo. The white man was also their brother because they were all sons of God. And he told them about this new God, the Creator of all the world and all the men and women. He told them that they worshipped false gods, gods of wood and stone. A deep murmur7 went through the crowd when he said this. He told them that the true God lived on high and that all men when they died went before Him for judgment8. Evil men and all the heathen who in their blindness bowed to wood and stone were thrown into a fire that burned like palm-oil. But good men who worshipped the true God lived forever in His happy kingdom. "We have been sent by this great God to ask you to leave your wicked ways and false gods and turn to Him so that you may be saved when you die," he said.
"Your buttocks understand our language," said someone light-heartedly and the crowd laughed.
"What did he say?" the white man asked his interpreter. But before he could answer, another man asked a question: "Where is the white man's horse?" he asked. The Ibo evangelists consulted among themselves and decided9 that the man probably meant bicycle. They told the white man and he smiled benevolently10.
"Tell them," he said, "that I shall bring many iron horses when we have settled down among them. Some of them will even ride the iron horse themselves." This was interpreted to them but very few of them heard. They were talking excitedly among themselves because the white man had said he was going to live among them. They had not thought about that.
At this point an old man said he had a question. "Which is this god of yours," he asked, "the goddess of the earth, the god of the sky, Amadiora or the thunderbolt, or what?"
The interpreter spoke to the white man and he immediately gave his answer. "All the gods you have named are not gods at all. They are gods of deceit who tell you to kill your fellows and destroy innocent children. There is only one true God and He has the earth, the sky, you and me and all of us."
"If we leave our gods and follow your god," asked another man, "who will protect us from the anger of our neglected gods and ancestors?"
"Your gods are not alive and cannot do you any harm," replied the white man. "They are pieces of wood and stone."
When this was interpreted to the men of Mbanta they broke into derisive11 laughter. These men must be mad, they said to themselves. How else could they say that Ani and Amadiora were harmless? And Idemili and Ogwugwu too? And some of them began to go away.
Then the missionaries burst into song. It was one of those gay and rollicking tunes12 of evangelism which had the power of plucking at silent and dusty chords in the heart of an Ibo man. The interpreter explained each verse to the audience, some of whom now stood enthralled13. It was a story of brothers who lived in darkness and in fear, ignorant of the love of God. It told of one sheep out on the hills, away from the gates of God and from the tender shepherd's care.
After the singing the interpreter spoke about the Son of God whose name was Jesu Kristi. Okonkwo, who only stayed in the hope that it might come to chasing the men out of the village or whipping them, now said
"You told us with your own mouth that there was only one god. Now you talk about his son. He must have a wife, then." The crowd agreed.
"I did not say He had a wife," said the interpreter, somewhat lamely14.
"Your buttocks said he had a son," said the joker. "So he must have a wife and all of them must have buttocks."
The missionary15 ignored him and went on to talk about the Holy Trinity. At the end of it Okonkwo was fully16 convinced that the man was mad. He shrugged17 his shoulders and went away to tap his afternoon palm-wine.
But there was a young lad who had been captivated. His name was Nwoye, Okonkwo's first son. It was not the mad logic18 of the Trinity that captivated him. He did not understand it. It was the poetry of the new religion, something felt in the marrow19. The hymn20 about brothers who sat in darkness and in fear seemed to answer a vague and persistent21 question that haunted his young soul—the question of the twins crying in the bush and the question of Ikemefuna who was killed. He lelt a relief within as the hymn poured into his parched22 soul. The words of the hymn were like the drops of frozen rain melting on the dry palate of the panting earth. Nwoye's callow mind was greatly puzzled.
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