If karma was a plant, then Okonkwo must've been raising one in his left eye. After the death of one of the tribe's higher-ups, a funeral is held where music is loudly play and guns are fired. In a series of events, Okonkwo's gun explodes when fired and the shrapnel from the gun pierces the dead man's sixteen-year-old son.
At least he didn't shoot a person that was not wearing an orange vest.
With the thought of killing a fellow tribesman is a crime against the earth goddess, Okonkwo is exiled from his tribe, along with his wives and children, for seven years. Honestly, the guy had it coming to him.