Montserrat Donoso English 5C Jared Rock Things Fall Apart Letter I’m not used to write letters, but this one it’s really important for everyone to know, I know everyone is going to have many questions of my death, but I’m sharing this, so everything would be more clear and there will be the justice needed, especially from the white man… Before I begin, before I make a diction very important… I just want to leave all clear. I know well myself, I always try my best to be more productive, wealthy, thrifty, brave, and I have to admit it, sometimes I don’t control myself and I consider myself a little violent, and I hate anything else that perceives to be “soft,”. For example the typical conversations with emotion… oh god that kills me! In my life I had some achieves… I had some wife’s and children’s. But what made my life difficult was the people that were always coming to our land. I felt fear of staying weak with does people. Even though white people are not good to trust. And this is a thing that will never change. Sometimes I felt as if I had lost my high position in my fatherland. When I start thinking about myself, and everything how it is going to be my future I see It with many issues, I feel like I will no longer fight my enemies, which as everyone know are the White Man. the influence of Christianity its killing me I can’t handle it anymore, not now not later.. Not ever! I feel something is going very wrong because I like to be a person of word that accomplishes with all their tasks but know ending in what I had always try to avoid and hate it, it giving me more reason to leave this world. I’m a disgrace to my clan like my father. As each day had passed there was a lot of changes in society. And is really stressfully to not be able to take control and prevent it. Deep inside myself I feel like a tragic hero… I always feel anger, which brings me weakness and I fail in many things. Writing this letter has been the most difficult thing I ever had done because in not good at this. I’m not good by expressing my self emotionally by a piece of paper... this is really difficult. Before I say goodbye, I want to confess that I still now a days wish Eznima to be a boy that would be great, perfect! Because she really is one of the few people that really understands me and knows me. I remember does days of glory in my tribe when I was the strongest but my son… what he thoughed was the opposite from me which made me angrier and a mixture of
Issuu converts static files into: digital portfolios, online yearbooks, online catalogs, digital photo albums and more. Sign up and create your flipbook.