Okonkwo, a man of considerable stature and even greater ambition, was a thorn in my side from the moment I arrived in Umuofia. His fierce pride and unwavering adherence to tradition made him both a source of strength and a stumbling block to progress. While his prowess as a warrior and farmer was undeniable, his volatile temperament and penchant for violence posed a constant threat to the fragile peace we were attempting to cultivate. He represented a force of nature, both awe-inspiring and unpredictable, and his refusal to embrace the changes sweeping through the land made him a symbol of the very resistance we were trying to overcome.
