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A brief exposition on the exploitation of the island of New Guinea

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Gov Gary Juffa (ABC)GARY JUFFA

THE heartland of Melanesia is being assaulted. We are oblivious to this threat while history marches on.

Where is Melanesia in 50, 100, 1000 years from today? We will be scattered and living as migrants offshore. Our culture and languages will be historic anecdotes.

Tingim gut, yumi raun nogat tingting lo tomora stap. Consider this seriously, we tend to live without thinking about the future.

Those who would deprive us are not on our doorsteps, they are in our living room ... and soon it will be their living room.

We will be ushered out subtly or evicted forcefully, dispossessed, and our children dying or dead in our arms.

The historic process of mass forceful migration is very much underway. Many of our ancestors moved here. True Melanesia lives here. This has always been the heartland of Melanesia.

Melanesia...impregnable...hostile... impenetrable by any force...until now...the powerful forces of Corporatedom and its clever enticements have breached our defences.

They taught us to pray - forgive, be meek and turn the other cheek – and we sought the salvation they promised. They came seeking riches we never knew we had and they came knocking with their dogs of war.

Entire nations and governments they have bought and owned and they possess the power to create perceptions.

They took half of our heartland in 1969 and we never blinked an eyelid and we never knew, but we bled.

They have entered by manipulation and bribery and infiltration and clever rhetoric cloaked as diplomacy.

The world danced as the effigy of democracy was paraded through economy after economy and across borders and societies by Corporatedom.

We were all joyous, but it's merriment at our own funeral.

We all were excited in 1975 but it was merely sinister geopolitical manoeuvres designed to remove us from the land of milk and honey we have guarded for thousands of years. Our downfall brought about by apathy and ignorance.


Indonesia hopes to keep West Papua out of Melanesia group

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Vanuatu_Prime-Minister-Sato-Kilman (Pacific Scoop)KEITH JACKSON

WHEN prime minister Joe Natuman lost a no-confidence motion in Vanuatu's parliament on Thursday to be replaced by arch-rival Sato Kilman, there would have been cheerful faces in Jakarta.

Just last week Natuman had sacked Kilman (pictured) as foreign minister, at least partly because of his support for Indonesia being offered associate status in the Melanesian Spearhead Group (MSG).

This move would have stymied the prospect of Indonesia’s West Papua province joining the group, a position strongly supported by Vanuatu under the Natuman government.

Vanuatu, the Solomon Islands and the Socialist National Liberation Front (FLNKS) of New Caledonia have all been sympathetic to West Papua’s long struggle for independence.

As the MSG leaders gather for a six-day summit in the Solomon Islands next Thursday, the full impact of Vanuatu’s change of leadership will be seen.

The five leaders are to discuss whether to admit West Papua to the group with observer status.

It seems highly likely that, with Mr Kilman changing Vanuatu's policy on the issue and with Fiji and Papua New Guinea supporting Indonesia's position, the West Papua bid will be rejected.

But Indonesian foreign ministry officials are not allowing themselves to claim success just yet.

"Even though we know he (Kilman) is more in favour of us, something could always change," information director general Esti Andayani told AAP.

In addition to the five members of the MSG participating in the upcoming Honiara meeting, Indonesia will take part as an observer.

Team Simbu were winners at Highlands think tank quiz

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Team Simbu celebrates a famous victoryJIMMY AWAGL

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Chamber of Mines & Petroleum
Award for Essays & Journalism

TEAM Simbu has won the secondary school and tertiary categories of the Highlands leg of Papua New Guinea’s Think Tank Quiz, beating teans from Western Highlands, Enga and Hela.

The Simbu Writer’s Association arranged to bring two teams of secondary students and one team of tertiary students to the event.

Due to time constraints and logistic hiccups, SWA was unable to assemble a team in the primary school category.

The elite squad was the team selected from Kondiu Rosary Secondary School which won its category.

This team will be a force to be reckoned with come November and the national championships in Port Moresby.

The tertiary team included visually impaired female student, Clancy Amos from Kondiu.

Clancy's special awardThis was the first time a person of profound physical disability took part in the event and Clancy became the idol of the organisers and the other teams.

On stage, Think Tank Quiz director John Kama asked Clancy: “What is your ambition for a future career?”

“I will be a human rights lawyer and a writer since Simbu Writers Association is doing a lot and I am impressed,” Clancy replied. The crowd gave her a big round of applause.

Each winning team was awarded K1,000 and a Big Rooster voucher plus a certificate for every participant.

Clancy received a special award in recognition of her taking part in the highly competitive event.

In the open category, Mathias Kin represented Team Simbu, competing against four Western Highlanders. He gave the Kange and Ambuge a good run for their money by coming second to Tony Nonwo of Team Western Highlands.

John Kama commended Team Simbu for behaving well and being punctual throughout the event.

He also acknowledged the effort put in by the SWA to prepare and bring the team to Mt Hagen.

Mom’s final heart

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Mom's final heart (Awagl)JIMMY AWAGL

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

I am about to depart
I need to leave something behind

It will be meant for you son
Despite the time and situation

I would not be treasured
So I need to do it to capture

Your heart travelling miles
As you are demanding for my breast

I feed you the milk
You demand for tubers

I feed you kaukau
You demand for water

I feed you sugarcane
You demand for warmth

I embrace you
You demand for needs

I give you wants
You demand for everything

I give you anything
Yet you disobey me

Despite my expectation
You denied my time and labour

You walk away with my possessions
Even deface my integrity

Still I will give you what I care
Nothing much, nothing less

Something you will not touch or smell
Like kaukau or taro

But you will be satisfied
In your heart

For I will dwell in your heart
I give my only heart away to you 

Treasure my love in your heart
For this is my final heart

Manus Island: Australia's Guantanamo?

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National Disgrace - How Australia treats asylum seekers (BBC)JON DONNISON | BBC News | Extracts

HEAD to Australia by boat. End up in a place like Papua New Guinea. That in essence is the message at the heart of Australia's asylum seeker policy.

You might be seeking a new life in one of the world's richest countries but you'll wash up in one of the world's poorest.

Papua New Guinea's Manus Island is a place Australia does not want the world to see.

Dubbed by some "the Guantanamo of the Pacific", it is home to one of Australia's off-shore detention centres, where around a thousand asylum seekers are locked up.

It is extremely difficult for journalists to get visas to go there. So we travelled undercover, posing as tourists.

We managed to smuggle our camera past Australian officials and reach the camp.

We found asylum seekers, their faces pressed against the fences, some of whom have been stuck in Manus for almost two years.

Many have fled the misery of the world's war zones - such as Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan - but now find themselves imprisoned, seemingly indefinitely.

Manus Island is far from the Promised Land. Over the past year the detention centre has been at boiling point.

There have been riots in which one Iranian asylum seeker was killed. Hundreds have been on hunger strike. Some even stitched their lips together in protest. One man reportedly swallowed razor blades in desperation.

People on Manus are scared to talk. But we managed to speak to one Middle Eastern man, Ahmed (not his real name), who spent 18 months locked up inside the detention centre before being moved to a more open prison on Manus.

"My situation in detention was very, very, very terrible," Ahmed told us.

"We were living in one room two metres squared, four people. It's unfair.

"The Australian government broke the majority of our human rights. They don't have any plan for us."

Ahmed told me he fled his home country, having tried to expose corruption inside the business where he was working.

He also said he has publicly renounced Islam, something which could see him facing the death penalty back home. "They will kill me if I go back," Ahmed said.

He left his family behind but says he had no option. "I have just one sister and I really love her. I love my parents and it is very hard to tolerate this situation without my family. But I don't have any choice.

"I am trying to start my life - my real life."

Ahmed is one of around two dozen asylum seekers who have agreed to be resettled on Manus Island as a refugee.

It meant he was able to leave the detention centre, but his situation has only marginally improved. He now lives in a heavily guarded "resettlement centre."

Ahmed is allowed out and about in the day time; many of the refugees can be seen jogging or cycling along the roadside to pass the time.

But he is not allowed to work, and he has to stick to a strict curfew between 6pm and 6am.

Like many of the asylum seekers he is well educated, with a degree and a professional qualification.

"There are doctors, teachers, engineers, carpet makers. They are intelligent people. We could use their skills," one of the security guards on Manus told us.

He didn't want to give his name for fear of losing his job.

"I feel sorry for them. They're human beings. They want their freedom."

But to get that freedom, they might have to agree to make Papua New Guinea their home.

Australia's policies have come at a cost to the country's reputation as a welcoming nation.

Human rights groups have branded Australia's methods cruel and inhumane. The United Nations even said the treatment inside places like Manus Island was tantamount to torture.

For the thousand or so asylum seekers stuck on Manus their future is bleak.

They are the world's unwanted.

Read the full story here http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-australia-33113223

Words of the night

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DIDDIE JACKSON

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

In the dark of the night
My thoughts steal across the plains of my mind
As my eyes stare motionlessly
Into the valley of the dark night

My thoughts danced across the plains of my mind
And so did the words that were so scared to
Come out and play during the day
For fear of all the negatives and what if’s
For fear of just speaking out
My piece of mind
For all this I hold back the most scared thoughts
Till night falls and I let loose
All that is within me

Let the moon be my judge
Let the stars be my opponents
For when night falls
My words are like the sands of time
No shooting star can shoot me down
For I will bring down the sky
With a thousand words
More then the stars that it holds

Only when night falls am I invincible
To the world around
As my mind dances to the beat of my thoughts
And my hands strum the cords of my words
Only in the night do my words come out to play

Leaving behind word prints
Of the past nights to remember me by……. 

Old but new: Vibrancy & relevance in collection of Enga stories

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Remember MePHIL FITZPATRICK

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Ok Tedi Mining Ltd Book of the Year

Remember Me and Other Stories from Enga Province, Papua New Guinea compiled by Daniel Kumbon, Pukpuk Publications/Enga Writers Association, 124 pages, ISBN: 9781514311813, Paperback US$5.83 (K15.49), eBook US$1.00 (K2.66). Available from Amazon Books

IT is the sad case that Papua New Guinea has few commercially established general publishers. This has been true since before independence in 1975.

The reasons for this are manifold, but the relatively small market for Papua New Guinean literature, both within the country and internationally is of significance.

An international lack of interest and ignorance of Papua New Guinea affairs and a rapidly declining literacy rate within the country are also factors.

Until very recently most of the books published by Papua New Guinean writers were self-published and distributed by the authors. This was, and still is, expensive and limits the size of print runs possible.

It is only in the last few years that such technologies as print-on-demand, e-books and internet distribution have made the process cheaper.

Perhaps the saddest fact is that Papua New Guinea has an over-abundance of talented writers, poets and essayists. This has become apparent over the five years of the annual Crocodile Prize literary awards – an initiative so far largely managed from outside the country.

Remember Me And Other Stories From Enga Province is a classic example of the dilemma facing Papua New Guinean writers.

The collection was largely compiled in the mid-1980s but sat on a shelf collecting dust because no publisher could be found.

The stories in the collection, and their authors, are:

Remember Me – Daniel Kumbon
Nendipilya the Orphan – Robert Kia
In the Blood – Robert Knox
The Frost - Steven Thomas Lyadale
A Date With Desire – Susan Balen
True Love – Thomas Neah
Serena - Nancy Ambis Waim
Innocent Death - Silas Mutarane
The Ugly Truth – Robert Kia
Arse Tanget to Corporate Executive - Corney Korokan Alone
Let Him Die - Brother Joe Make
Wiim and Tapeam - Thomas T Pupun
An Engan to Stand – Abby Yadi

_Enga Writers AssociationWhen you read the stories you will realise what a great shame it was they went unpublished for so long. They still have vibrancy and relevance almost 30 years after they were written and are a testament to the talents of the writers.

The publication of the collection also revives the Enga Writer’s Association, which was first set up in the 1980s. 

If you would like more information on the association, you should contact Daniel Kumbon in Wabag at kondowaon@gmail.com.

A loyal pledge made in solemnity, come hell or high water

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PNG wedding (Wedding Dresses Express)PAUL WAUGLA WII

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Cleland Family Award for Heritage Writing

MARRIAGE is essentially a union between two people who undertake to remain loyal to each other come hell or high water.

In Papua New Guinea, it is not only a union between two people but also the extended families of the bride and groom are brought into the equation.

The relationship that is forged between the two families remains through many generations. As long as the marriage is not dissolved along the way, the bond will continue in perpetuity.

In almost every society in the world, young people meet, share intimate affection for one another and – when all goes well- get married. 

That moment when young people begin to court each other is a defining moment in a person’s life. It is likely to culminate in marriage although, in the end, love may not always be a prerequisite for a successful marriage.

In Papua New Guinea, the courtship custom which precedes marriage is a coming-of-age ritual that a typical youngster encounters at some stage.

Unlike in the past, most Papua New Guineans nowadays prefer to have a wedding in church. Couples prefer to walk down the aisle together because they know that such a marriage undertaking conforms to religious and legal requirements.

Marriage vows are exchanged between bride and groom. This pledge is usually made in the presence of a minister or priest who is vested with the authority to oversee the execution of this undertaking.

In PNG, a modern wedding ceremony is completed within the safe confines of moral and legal boundaries. I believe that customarily-approved marriages are also undertaken within the norms and moral values of the communities concerned. 

Many readers must have witnessed a wedding in your village or neighbourhood in the not-too-distant past. Perhaps you were involved in one yourself not long ago and the memory of that blissful day as you walked down the aisle with your beloved remains vivid in your mind.

The two of you were adorned in your finest wedding apparel and had eyes only for each other while the presence of the audience in the room blurred into insignificance. Love was truly in the air.

A marriage ceremony, whether it is performed in a posh Los Angeles neighbourhood or on the Sepik plains of PNG, has a big thing in common.

The young couple must get to know and understand each other as best they can in order to chart a journey together.

This new life that begins immediately they forge a union is a life not without its share of triumphs and tribulations.

But the intent is to be loyal to each other - come hell or high water


Tension in PNG over Bougainville as referendum looms

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BougainvilleHAMISH McDONALD | The Saturday Paper (Australia)

AS predicted, John Momis has been voted back as president of the Autonomous Region of Bougainville.

His new five-year term coincides with the window for a referendum on whether the island of an estimated 300,000 people stays within Papua New Guinea or becomes fully independent.

Manoeuvring will also speed up on whether the abandoned Rio Tinto copper–gold mine is reopened, and whether other gold deposits will be opened to outsiders after a long moratorium.

The island is already becoming a point of diplomatic friction between Canberra and Port Moresby. PNG prime minister Peter O’Neill said he was taken by surprise by last month’s budget inclusion of funding for an Australian consulate in Buka, the Bougainville provincial capital, and promptly banned all Australians from travelling to the island.

Foreign Minister Julie Bishop insisted his government had been given prior notice. The travel ban has been lifted.

But expect lots of contention in the years ahead, as Momis battles the perhaps utopian idea among many of his people that independence or autonomy is possible without funding from mining taxes, and O’Neill tries to avoid being the first PNG leader to lose a province, even though the causes of separatism were in evidence long before his watch.

Record entries make for stand-out PNG book of the year award

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_Crocodile Prize 2015KEITH JACKSON

THE Ok Tedi Mining Ltd Papua New Guinea book of the year award was initiated just last year and its inauguration marked a significant milestone in the rebirth of the nation’s written literature.

It has been observed before in these columns that creative writing in PNG – especially of book length - fell into a deep trough following the effervescent years around independence when many emergent authors found voice.

The drought began to break in 2010 with the advent of the Crocodile Prize national literary contest and the subsequent publication, in 2011, of the first Crocodile Prize Anthology.

And this resurgence was enriched last year when, through the generosity of Ok Tedi Mining, the national book of the year award was established. There were six entries – three from Leonard Fong Roka. These were The Pomong U’tau of Dreams, Moments in Bougainville and Brokenville, which went on to win.

The other entries all came from distinguished writers - Fitman, Raitman & Cooks by Francis Nii, The Flight of Galkope by Sil Bolkin and At Another Crossroads by Michael Dom.

Well this year, with just two weeks before the closing date, the Book of the Year Award has already received nine entries. Each has been previously been recognised with articles in PNG Attitude, but I thought a brief reprise may be in order.

The production of a full-length book is always a considerable undertaking by author and by the publisher, who has been the incomparable Phil Fitzpatrick. Phil, through his not-for-profit Pukpuk Publications, the publishing arm of the Crocodile Prize Organisation, COG, was responsible for bringing most of these books into existence.

All of the titles are available from Amazon, so if any of these summaries intrigue you the books are readily available.

Bougainville Manifesto coverBougainville Manifesto by Leonard Fong Roka, Pukpuk Publishing, 88pp, ISBN-10:1502917459. Reviewed by Chris Overland.

These essays outline the history of Bougainville, including the civil war in the 1980-90s, and suggest a way forward towards eventual independence from Papua New Guinea. In considering where Bougainville might go in the future, Roka rejects any idea that it should stay as a part of PNG. He is adamant that PNG is a colonial construct to which Bougainville has no historic, cultural or ethnic ties.

If Roka's views are representative of a significant majority of Bougainvilleans, then the result of the forthcoming referendum on the island's future will see it moving towards independence. This will present huge challenges to both Bougainvilleans and PNG.

Even if his views represent those of a small but significant minority, then it is entirely conceivable that any referendum will achieve little other than to polarise opinion on Bougainville and, perhaps, incite a resurgence of the violence that bedevilled it in the recent past.

Lost in His LandLost in His Land by Winterford Toreas. Pukpuk Publications: Amazon/Kindle. 2014. 126pp. ISBN10:1503051846; ISBN 13:978-1503051843. Reviewed by Ed Brumby.

While Leonard Fong Roka and others have provided valuable accounts of, and insights into the events and consequences of those times via books, essays and other means, their endeavours have been targeted primarily at adult readers.

No-one has written of the conflict and its effects specifically for younger, adolescent readers. Until now. In Lost in His Land, Winterford Toreas provides a timely and somewhat conventional tale of loss, recovery and reconciliation that illuminates, for younger readers, the trauma that war and conflict inflict on everyone, combatants and innocents alike, regardless of age or gender. Lost in His Land is a worthy, well-written, easy-to-read tale well-suited to adolescent and adult readers alike and Winterford Toreas is a skilled wordsmith and story-teller.

Man of CalibreMan of Calibre by Baka Barakove Bina, CreateSpace, 2015, ISBN-10: 1499751842, ISBN-13: 978-1499751840. 248 pages. Reviewed by Phil Fitzpatrick.

It is the rich soup of contradiction and inconsistency that make this novel so compelling.  Some of the meaty pieces that the author fishes out of the soup are fascinating and irresistible.

The pieces range over a wide spectrum but feature the changing roles of men and women in the new society.  The discussions about men washing their kid’s nappies and their wives’ underwear are hilarious, as much so as the descriptions of men left without land and gardens hassling to get by any way they can are sad. 

Another central theme is the changing language and concepts and the introduction of new words and ideas into local usage.  In this case it is the concept of ‘calibre’ (kalibaris), which is little understood and misconstrued by many of the villagers – just what is a man of calibre they wonder?

It is wickedly funny and earthy book which is thankfully devoid of the preaching and religious platitudes that spoil so much of Papua New Guinea’s better writing. I would have no trouble in calling this a landmark novel.  I haven’t read anything this good since Russell Soaba’s Tinpis. In as much as it is possible, given Papua New Guinea’s cultural diversity, I would even go as far as describing Man of Calibre as an instant classic.

Daddy Two ShoesDaddy Two Shoes: For Mama and Papa with Love by Diddie Kinamun Jackson, Pukpuk Publishing, 2014. ISBN-10: 1502772280. ISBN-13: 978-1502772282. 132 pages. Reviewed by Keith Jackson.

At the heart of much Papua New Guinean writing is music and the expression of this musical soul is seen with no greater clarity than in the nation's poetry. Poetry is a literary form where emotions and truths seem easier to reveal; providing a kind of camouflage where matters otherwise difficult to say can be disclosed through metaphor, imagery and the subterfuge of words.

In the 2014 Crocodile Prize, a field of nearly 100 writers produced more than 300 poems for the Kina Securities Award. Diddie Kinamun Jackson, 28, born in Mt Hagen, took out the top prize for As a Writer and went on to publish this volume of 102 collected works.

Few-bougainvillean-voicesFew Bougainvillean Voices by Leonard Fong Roka, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, March 2015. ISBN-10: 1508712433, ISBN-13: 978-1508712435. 110 pages.

Few Bougainvillean Voices is an anthology of poetry and short stories covering issues of the Bougainville people in the northern Solomons. The anthology offers the voices of the otherwise unheard cries of the Bougainville people. Bougainvilleans will soon have a referendum to decide their political future as a result of a decade of bloody civil war that cost the lives of 10 to 15 thousand people.

The Musing of an Assistant Pig KeeperThe Musing of an Assistant Pig Keeperby Michael Theophilus Dom, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, April 2015. ISBN-10: 1490505970. ISBN-13: 978-1490505978. 220 pages. Reviewed by Phil Fitzpatrick.

One of the more delightful aspects of running a national literary competition is coming across new and talented writers. Among the hundreds of entries received, there is very occasionally one that stands out and announces that here is a talent that needs to be watched. This point of recognition is hard to define; it is akin to the tingle that comes with finding a beautiful new shell on a windswept beach.

Michael Dom’s poetry came to us in this way. His was an evolving talent that was constrained by opportunity and unease about recognition in a society that can attach political meaning to creative writing. We watched Michael for a year or so as his writing got bolder and more refined. A significant milestone was when he decided to drop the protective ‘Icarus’ pseudonym. By that stage he was a committed poet with no fear of losing his feathers to the sun.

That he won the Poetry Award that year was no great surprise. His poetry has now evolved to a point where we would both be wary about making judgments’ about it. Rather, we defer to his expertise. In this second volume of work we think you will agree with us that he displays a mature and confident talent that has a boundless future. In our estimation, Papua New Guinea can rightfully claim that it has produced a world-class poet.

My StruggleMy Struggle by Jimmy Awagl, CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, March 2015. ISBN-10: 1508532338. ISBN-13: 978-1508532330. 128 pages.

Jimmy Awagl is an educationist who lives in the Simbu Province in the Papua New Guinea Highlands, teaching language and literature at Ku High School. He is a keen observer and writes about anything that interests him. This is his first collection of short stories, poems and essays. He says he “writes about anything he sees, hears and thinks about”.

Jimmy is a raw talent who is also vice-president of the Simbu Writers Association and one of the driving forces in promoting literature in Simbu secondary schools. This volume of literature is a tribute to Jimmy’s stamina, having been produced in the short period since he was introduced to the Crocodile Prize – PNG’s national literary awards. Jimmy’s prolific energy was recognise when he was awarded the special judges’ award for consistency and diligence in the Rivers Writing for Peace & Harmony Awards of 2014.

The Resonance of My ThoughtsThe Resonance of My Thoughtsby Francis Nii, Pukpuk Publications, ISBN 978-1511968874, 126 pages. Reviewed by Phil Fitzpatrick.

Francis Nii was one of the earliest supporters of the Crocodile Prize and, following Reg Renagi’s example, wasn’t afraid to put his name on what he wrote for PNG Attitude either. Given Francis’s vulnerable physical condition this was a great example to other writers. I well recall looking up from my papers at the very first Crocodile Prize writers’ workshop in Port Moresby in 2011 and spotting him in his battered old wheelchair. It was a bit of a surprise because he hadn’t mentioned his disability to anyone.

Francis has a well-developed streak of contrariness and we’ve had our differences in the past, most notably about religion and a certain parliamentary Speaker and a set of Sepik carvings. They are differences, however, that have been discussed politely and with informed measure. And I must admit that these days I look forward to his contrary views, they are always illuminating and thought-provoking.

Francis is a founder and stalwart of the Simbu Writer’s Association leading by example rather than by decree.  He is also a strong advocate for disabled people in Papua New Guinea. So what he writes about is worth reading. And that’s where this collection of essays comes to the fore. Hopefully, as more writers follow Francis’s example, a body of similar material will be assembled. It is the stuff of history after all, and very important to the nation and in its own right.

Remember MeRemember Me and Other Stories from Enga Province, Papua New Guineacompiled by Daniel Kumbon, Pukpuk Publications/Enga Writers Association, ISBN: 9781514311813, 124 pages. Reviewed by Phil Fitzpatrick.

It is the sad case that Papua New Guinea has few commercially established general publishers. This has been true since before independence in 1975. The reasons for this are manifold, but the relatively small market for Papua New Guinean literature, both within the country and internationally is of significance.

Until very recently most of the books published by Papua New Guinean writers were self-published and distributed by the authors. This was, and still is, expensive and limits the size of print runs possible. It is only in the last few years that such technologies as print-on-demand, e-books and internet distribution have made the process cheaper.

Perhaps the saddest fact is that Papua New Guinea has an over-abundance of talented writers, poets and essayists. This has become apparent over the five years of the annual Crocodile Prize literary awards – an initiative so far largely managed from outside the country.

Remember Me And Other Stories From Enga Province is a classic example of the dilemma facing Papua New Guinean writers. The collection was largely compiled in the mid-1980s but sat on a shelf collecting dust because no publisher could be found.

When you read the stories you will realise what a great shame it was they went unpublished for so long. They still have vibrancy and relevance almost 30 years after they were written and are a testament to the talents of the writers.

The Bougainville referendum—lessons from other places

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Bougainville - one civil war too manyLEONARD FONG ROKA

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Chamber of Mines & Petroleum
Award for Essays & Journalism

BETWEEN 1861 and 2011, the world experienced 49 independence referendums and Bougainville’s coming referendum – due at some time before 2120 – is to join this significant line.

In the first three referendums of 1861, Texas, Tennessee and Virginia voted for independence but the majority voted to form the United States – and that is what happened.

A referendum is a direct vote by the people to decide upon or advise on a specific issue. Bougainvilleans will be voting to decide whether they want to create an independent state of their own or remain with Papua New Guinea.

Then it will be up to PNG to decide whether it regards the referendum result as binding or not.

For the Bougainville people, referendums held in East Timor, the Federated States of Micronesia, South Sudan and one due for New Caledonia all carry lessons for Bougainvilleans to consider.

Colonised by the Portuguese in 1769, East Timor (now the Democratic Republic of Timor Leste) was invaded by Indonesia in 1975 and declared its 27th province. The East Timorese fought the occupation resulting in more than 100,000 deaths until independence was finally achieved in 1999.

The economy of East Timor is slowly improving – the country being ranked 128th on the United Nations’ human development index (PNG and the Solomons are equal 157th).

The Federated States of Micronesia was ruled from the 1800s by Portugal, Spain, Germany, Japan and, following World War II, the United States under UN auspices as a trust territory.

It was given the right to a referendum in 1975 where voters opted for independence in free association with the United States. Ranking 124th on the human development index, economically the scattered atolls of FSM are significantly dependent on US support.

New Caledonia is a French territory which rejected independence at a referendum held in 1987. Another referendum is due before 2018, in almost the same timeframe as Bougainville. The collectivity is moving gradually in the direction of self-determination although there are still deep divisions on the issue.

With the current fragmented political groupings and continuing stock of weapons on Bougainville, Bougainvilleans could perhaps look at South Sudan and the outcome of its independence referendum in 2011.

South Sudan remains divided by numerous conflict-prone tribal groups, a hangover from successive waves of colonisation. Geographical barriers prevented Islam spreading into the area thus the tribes have retained many of their traditions.

Prior to independence from Sudan, more than 2.5 million people died in two long and bloody civil wars over 20 years. Needless to say the economy was shattered.

In 2011 a referendum was held to decide the political future of South Sudan and the people voted for nationhood.

But disputes with Sudan over resources continue as do internal South Sudanese tribal conflicts. The government is at war with seven rebel groups led by warlords who hold power over their spheres of influence.

Bougainvilleans should learn something from these four examples of people who have already held or are yet to experience independence referendums.

All these places have a story to tell as Bougainville enters the window of its 2015-2020 referendum to decide its political future after the political, economic and social struggles that began in the 1960s. 

Found: The unmarked grave of Captain Owen Stanley

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Owen Stanley's unmarked grave (Bob Lawrence)BOB LAWRENCE

I have been researching the life and times of the marine artist Sir Oswald Brierly (1817-94), who came to Australia with the notorious Scottish-born adventurer, entrepreneur and politician Ben Boyd (1801-51).

In conducting my research in Sydney, I discovered the grave of the English mariner Captain Owen Stanley (1811-50), after whom the Papua New Guinean mountain range is named.

Owen Stanley’s final resting place is an unmarked and unkempt but still impressive grave on a tract of land in the Sydney suburb of Cammeray.

In December 1846 Stanley had sailed from Portsmouth in England in charge of HMS Rattlesnake with two eminent naturalists on board.

Meanwhile Ben Boyd’s an up-and-down business career was in a down period and he became bankrupt.

Brierly had to find another job and, in 1848, was employed by Captain Owen Stanley as his artist on a marine survey of the Torres Strait and the waters between the Queensland coast and the Great Barrier Reef.

Owen Stanley's plaque in St Thomas Church (Bob Lawrence)They went on to survey the Louisiade Archipelago (Brierly had an island there named after him), but Stanley fell ill, and died on board ship in Sydney Harbour aged only 38.

Newspaper cuttings of the time said he received a naval funeral at St Thomas Church in St Leonards and was buried in the same suburb.

There is no cemetery attached to St Thomas Church but, in the 1840s, the wealthy landowner, Alexander Berry, distressed that there was no cemetery to bury his recently deceased wife, had donated four acres about a mile away on West Street in what is now in the suburb of Cammeray.

Cemetery records record that Owen Stanley is also buried there, but there is no tombstone or plaque.

Owen Stanley Range (Sarah Wells)I did some poking around and discovered Stanley’s unmarked grace, pictured above, as well as this plaque which is still in St Thomas Church.

Brierly went on to a brilliant career. After many other adventures he achieved artistic fame as official artist to the first royal visit to Australia, became head of the Royal Naval Art Gallery at Greenwich and was later appointed Queen Victoria's official marine artist, receiving a knighthood.

But Captain Owen Stanley these days is remembered best for the majestic mountain range in Papua New Guinea that bears his name. And 

Australia supports walk against corruption....

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Asylum-seeker-kidsSTAFF at the Australian High Commission Port Moresby again joined in the annual walk against corruption on Sunday 14 June....

“The Australian government has a zero tolerance policy against fraud and corruption” - Ms Deborah Stokes, Australian High Commissioner to Papua New Guinea, Media Release, 15 June 2015

“As corruption remains notoriously difficult to investigate and prosecute, public institutions including the government need to open up and be more transparent about their work” - Lawrence Stephens, Chairman, Transparency International PNG, 3 December 2013

“It should shock us to know how comprehensively the [Australian] government has lied to us about Manus. It lies to us by calling asylum seekers 'illegal'. It lies to us about the conditions in which they are held” - Julian Burnside AO QC, Australian barrister and advocate for human rights, 23 January 2015

The paradox of the alienation & preservation of culture

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Ritual Board Wenena gerua c 1950 PNG Eastern HighlandsJOHN KAUPA KAMASUA

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Chamber of Mines & Petroleum
Award for Essays & Journalism

CHANGE is an inevitable threat to art and culture in Melanesia. And change is constant in the universe.

Art and culture is formed from belief systems, ways of viewing the world, making things (material culture) that are either inherited or part of contemporary life.

And it is the active participation of the custodians of these things that are most likely to guarantee their preservation.

The last Melanesian Arts and Cultural Festival was held in Port Moresby from 28 June to 11 July last year.

It presented a great opportunity for Melanesians to demonstrate their arts and crafts and traditional practices while learning and appreciating from each other.

While the event was important for this and for building friendships and solidarity, some noteworthy issues also surfaced. One was the potential for certain cultural objects – what we can call  material culture – to be abused and alienated from their original contexts.

To me, removing certain arts, crafts, traditional practices and cultural symbols from their natural cultural milieu without consideration of their sacredness or preservation amounts to abuse.

An art or craft removed from its creativity, ingenuity and traditional context can lose its significance. This can also be so if the person who crafted the object remains distant or hidden. This then gives rise to the object becoming a mere product or commodity.

Loss of cultural significance has dire consequences for the people concerned. Among other things, it may include cultural, moral and natural meanings and values. Important among these is the loss of identity of the people directly connected with it.

The knowledge, art and skill of salt-making were displayed at the Melanesian Festival of Arts and Culture. Traditionally the skills needed to extract salt were a closely guarded secret and the process had strict practices and protocols.

Those who had the knowledge and skills were a select group of people who had to observe strict taboos.

The practice of salt making remained sacred as long as it was conducted in its natural context. But taken out of that, it became a process and lost its cultural significance.

With the introduction of modern salt, traditional salt making has become merely an art with little or no cultural significance.

Yet paradoxically, given what we observed at the Festival, the preservation of culture will entail that a commercial element be inserted into its management.

That commercial element can be introduced through a business model - perhaps developed by the National Cultural Commission (NCC) with the assistance of the Office of Tourism, Arts and Culture and the National Museum after a comprehensive audit and analysis of traditional and cultural arts, crafts, and practices including totems and beliefs.

I am thinking of this being tied to a sleeping giant such as the tourism industry.

Look at the provincial flags. They are the unique symbols of each province. Only provincial governments should have the legal rights to manufacture and sell their respective flags.

Arts and crafts such as bilum manufacture, carving, song and dance, drama and story-telling seem to depend on how well we market them.

There are also certain cultural practices, objects and crafts that will best retain their value and significance if they remain in the possession of select groups of people.

The framework for this can be provided through policy and relevant legislation which will demarcate what can be displayed and made available for public consumption, what can be traded or sold as a commodity and what should be guarded against abuse, maintaining sacredness and exclusivity.

Of course, the very act of publicly displaying certain dances or artifacts can open the door to the diminishing their value and significance. It is open to its abuse and prostitution. Don’t we lose our culture and identity in this way? Or is it that promotion can lead to preservation? Such questions can make us re-examine our practices and attitudes.

Consider a mask usually worn at the conclusion of an initiation ceremony for young men. Given the exclusive nature of the ceremony, the mask could only be worn by the newly initiated. There were certain practices and protocols associated with it.

But given that this initiation ceremony died quite a while back, the mask has merely become a commodity for display to tourists and to be placed in museums. I have seen some worn at festivals and sing sings in Simbu and Jiwaka, but without the significance tied to the initiation ceremony.

The mask I am referring to is called Gerua in my dialect. With colourful decorations, it is usually worn as a headdress and can extend up to two metres above the head. I am told that the Gerua is not as common as it used to be.

I would encourage the younger generation to participate in initiations in their own cultures and in their own communities in which the meaning and significance is pure. These ceremonies inculcate among initiates harmony with nature and harmony with people, and provide the tools of how one can negotiate and live with both man and nature for a purposeful and successful life.

I have heard from friends from other parts of the country that they have felt stronger, confident and enlightened after undergoing an initiation ceremony. All of us are responsible for preserving and promoting aspects of our cultures that can help in uniting and building our communities, and ultimately nation building.

After all culture is who we are and has a lot to do with how we advance. 

A father’s advice to his son

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A father and son hunt birds (Lutheran World)JIMMY DREKORE

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

Go to school
Don’t be a fool

Do your studies
Not tend to ladies

Don’t waste time
That historical crime

Respect your mobile phone
Or you’ll be blown

Use it for information and emergency
Or you’ll be lost at sea

Read books
And more books

Street sales is not a job
If you follow the mob

Don’t envy the bus crews
Their lives ain’t a cruise

Don’t start with loose butts
Or off cuts

You’ll never afford silver foil
Nor know where to toil

“Loose coins,” will frequent your lips
Will be yours but hated tips

You’ll turn to “Wari Cup”
No beer is served in a cup

Loose butts, off cuts
Are weedy sluts

Your intellect will be raped
And you’ll be scraped

Into prison
Or on the run

This ain’t my dream


The struggle to read: The book shortage in Enga Province

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Justin Lyain from Wabag Secondary reading a magazine in the only Wabag book outlet - a secondhand shop (Kumbon)DANIEL KUMBON

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Chamber of Mines & Petroleum
Award for Essays & Journalism

I feel elated that a collection of stories from Enga Province, which have been collecting dust for many years, has just been published by Pukpuk Publications and immediately becoming available on Amazon.com.

But I also feel like the chef who has prepared a banquet but wonders who will eat all the good food. It’s a thought that keeps nagging at my mind.

I once published a small book with Oxford University Press, Climbing Mountains. It was a supplementary reader for students in Grades 6 – 8.

But I don’t know if students in Enga and the rest of PNG for that matter were ever aware of its existence.

And not only my book but many other similar books by PNG authors published by one of the world’s renowned academic presses.

The Oxford University sales team sends me transcripts of the sales of my small book. Apparently they sell over 100 copies a year. I wonder who buys them.

Last Saturday, I found Justin Lyain, a Grade 11 student at Wabag Secondary School, at the only book outlet in all Enga Province.

Students always crowd this small second-hand shop and, when they begin to read the books, the security guards emphasises they should buy first and then find out what’s inside.

This place for readers is a small cubicle in a corner of Kumul Clothing, the largest second hand dealer in Wabag. It orders second hand items like clothes, bedding, handbags, shoes, hats and books from Australia and New Zealand and sells them to 300,000 Engans.

Kumul Clothing is always busy and the used books on the shelves quickly disappear. But none of these books include anything new or old authored by Papua New Guineans.

On Saturday, Justine Lyain was late. There were no suitable books for him so he was reading an old magazine. I asked him to keep reading so I could the picture above.

This young lad had walked to Wabag town to read books on the weekend. Wabag Secondary has a well-stocked library but he must have read all the books he liked and come to the second hand shop in search of new titles.

Hon Robert Ganim in Wabag on his way to present sawmills to the schools (Kumbon)When the current MP for Wabag, Robert Ganim, was headmaster at several high schools in the province, he would encourage teachers and students to read. That’s him leading the street march

An old copy of Enga Nius - the provincial newspaper - attests to this fact that Mr Ganim’s students and teachers used to read books.

One of the teachers, John Kapi, was one of them. He found reading to be a good cure for boredom. He also said it helped him improve his English, useful in his profession.

Mr Kapi said one of the books he enjoyed reading was A Bridge of Magpies by Geoffrey Jenkins, published in 1974. Jenkins has the ability to create villains and heroes – and even icy heroines – with a few vivid words.

“The whole arrangement of the book with certain chapters containing real-life stories made it so exciting I was unable to put it down till the last page,” Mr Kapi said.

Agnes Kapipi was reading The Colour Purple, a novel by American writer Alice Walker. It describes the life of a black American woman lived in the USA between the wars.

“I found hard to put down once I started reading it,” Ms Kapipi said.

The entire book is made up of letters the woman wrote to God and to her sister.

People in Enga want to read. But how to access good books, this is a dilemma confronting Engans today.

The man who implemented Governor Peter Ipatas’ popular free education policy was none other than Wabag MP Robert Ganim.

Last Friday, the day before I met the student at the second hand shop, Mr Ganim told hundreds of people in Wabag town that he supports the policy because he wants to see his district filled with an educated population.

He said the PNG government had generously allocated extra funds on top of the annual K10 million district allocation and, of that money, K3 million for education.

He said with K2 million he would build classrooms, libraries and teacher’s houses. He had bought 16 Lucas sawmill sets and five chainsaws for the communities to process their own timber.

Mr Ganim said the remaining K1 million would be used to improve Birip Primary School to upgrade it to a new day high school to supplement the work of Sir Tei Abal Secondary, Kopen Secondary, Highlands Lutheran International, Enga Teachers College, Institute of Business Studies, Enga College of Nursing and many top-up schools.

That makes for a lot of students in this part of the world.

All these students will need to have access to educational materials like reading books. It is hoped that Mr Ganim will support Lady Carol Kidu, Governor Gary Juffa and others who have prepared a proposal for the government to buy PNG-authored books to be given to the 4,000 educational institutions in PNG.

Mr Ganim could even consider purchasing some of the books himself with district education funds.

What a perfect fortieth independence day gift that would be.

A father’s advice to his daughter

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Portrait of Tracy and Steve Geis (www.jaars.org)JIMMY DREKORE

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

Don’t do
what adults do
you ain’t one yet
or you’ll regret

Don’t waste time chatting
Keep those legs walking

Fall in love with a book
Not with a look

Be wary of your friends
Not all are good friends

Why is this world
Called a man’s world?

Coz they aim for what they want to achieve
Girls aim for whom they want to achieve

Do you wanna be
Who you wanna be?

Don’t do
what adults do
you ain’t one yet
or you’ll regret

Don’t be a mother on the way
You’ll climb the hard way

What is pain?
Your child crying in the rain

Your tears rolling
And the rain tumbling

Down on you
We won’t be there for you

In his small eyes
Innocence cries

Whose pain?
Your pain!

Darling, avoid the pain

Ephemeral gift: The wonder of a place with no human footprints

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Phil on patrol in the Star Mountains, early 1970sPHIL FITZPATRICK

IN the early months of 1971 I was leading a small, lightweight patrol through the vast northern rainforests of the Great Papuan Plateau.

We were looking for a small and elusive group of people rumoured to live there.

Most of the day had been spent wallowing through a sort of everglade swamp. When we finally got out of it, by sheer luck we picked up a narrow forest path. That cheered us up because we hoped it might lead us to our quarry.

We proceeded stealthily, as quietly as possible. The two policemen and I were swapped the lead every so often, not for any particular strategic reason but because we had a small wager going about who would be first to spot the creators of the path.

So it was by pot luck that I was first to see the Coca-Cola can.

This was before Coke cans had ring-pulls or pop-tops. We used bottle openers. In those days the openers came with a V-shaped tip used for pressing drinking holes into the cans.

The can on the path was empty. It had two V-shaped holes in its top.

There was some mineral exploration going on in the uplands to the north and I guessed the can had been carelessly tossed out of a passing helicopter. That it had landed smack in the middle of the path of an unknown group of nomadic hunters was a one-in-a-million chance.

Well, either that or the people we were seeking were a lot more sophisticated than we thought.

At the time, as we stood around marvelling at this most improbable find. Its significance didn’t occur to me. That only came years later as I watched the puzzled Kalahari bushman pick up the glass Coke bottle in the South African film The Gods Must Be Crazy.

Nowadays, as I reflect on those heady, long gone times, I realise that punctured Coke can was the beginning of the end.

Let me explain.

One of the most rewarding aspects of work for those kiaps lucky enough to be posted to remote areas was the opportunity to explore niches of pristine ‘newness’.  That is, to go to places that were probably the same as they were a thousand or more years ago.

Archaeologists tell us humans first reached the Australian continent 50,000 or so years ago.  Since they probably came through Papua New Guinea we can assume humans were in PNG even earlier.

In both cases their numbers were very low and remained that way. So there were many places on the island of New Guinea that people never reached.

I’ve been lucky enough to go to some of those secret places in Australia but they are far fewer than in PNG where the expansion of ‘civilisation’ was nowhere near as extensive.

And by ‘civilisation’ I mean human societies that existed in both places well before the white man appeared.

It strikes me as bizarre and facetious to claim that we Europeans brought ‘civilisation’ to places like Australia and Papua New Guinea when ordered and complex societies had been there for millennia.

Besides, the scale of our barbarity and stupidity far outstripped anything Aborigines or Papua New Guineans had to offer.

But back to the Coke can. There aren’t many places today, even in Papua New Guinea, where the ubiquitous dirty brown lolly-water hasn’t penetrated.

In Australia, maybe the barren interiors of the Great Victorian and Simpson Deserts; in Papua New Guinea, perhaps chunks of the deadly ‘broken glass’ limestone karst country in the Western and Gulf provinces.

That exhilaration and wonder at entering ‘new’ country, where it is highly likely no human footprints ever appeared before, has gone forever.

These days, when I sit in the sun and ruminate, I realise this exhilaration and wonder was one of the gifts I took with me from Papua New Guinea. An ephemeral one for sure, but still there in the dimness of a past reality.

As for the elusive nomads, we finally found them in a longhouse on an isolated ridge.  “What took you so long?” they asked.

A meeting with Dr Kenny & farewell to the Kaupas

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Sir Joseph Nombri Hospital, KundiawaBOMAI D WITNE

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Chamber of Mines & Petroleum
Award for Essays & Journalism

AS Nil-Mam looked at the poster in the hospital waiting room, she was surprised to see what the people were doing to help disadvantaged children through the Simbu Children Foundation.

She smiled to herself as she realised that this organisation united Simbu people from all walks of life wherever they lived in Papua New Guinea and throughout the world.

Nil-mam observed what people were doing in this section of the hospital. Blue and white uniformed nurses scurried about while patients waited quietly for treatment. The hospital environment seemed to command cleanliness and discipline on nurses and patients.

Nil-mam looked at her guide Apane to check that she was not bored by the long wait. It was the first time for Nil-mam and Apane to be together and they did not know much about each other.

Nil-mam didn’t want to upset Apane and possible strain the relationship with her new in-laws. Apane also wanted to create a good impression and wanted Nil-mam to trust her.

“What are you doing here?” a girl of Apane’s age asked. “I am with my aunty - and you?” “I skipped school to visit my uncle in the emergency ward,” the girl replied. 

Nil-mam thought about approaching someone who would refer her to Dr Kenny. “Hello, you have been here for a while, do you need any assistance?” a woman in a blue dress asked.

“I am here to look for Dr Kenny from Kavieng who works here,” said Nil-mam.

“Ah, Dr Kenny, he is popular at this hospital and in this town. The Simbus like him and call him Makan-nem (Landowner). Walk to the building over there and the room on your left is his office. Normally he leaves his door open to visitors.”

Nil-mam shook hands with the nurse and, together with Apane, walked in the direction of Dr Kenny’s office. Nil-mam took a deep breath and stepped through the door. “Come in, come in, and take a seat. My name is Kenny, what can I do for you?”

Nil-mam tried her best to hide her nervousness but Dr Kenny could sense it. “Daughter, young people like you call me Papa. Feel free. Maybe have a cup of tea or coffee and we will talk later.” He looked in Apane’s direction. Apane was shy and looked at the floor as if she was counting dust.

“I used to be young and shy but I have learnt over the years to overcome such attitude. You will soon be strong, don’t worry,” Dr Kenny assured them as he was making tea.

“No wonder Simbus love him and call him Papa,” Nil-mam thought while Apane’s young mind struggled to grasp the reality of Dr Kenny’s action. Medical doctors were important people who would not make tea for girls like her.

She thought of her uncles and aunts who work in professions like Dr Kenny and who would sit on chairs and speak English in the village to command respect.

“So what is your story?” Dr Kenny asked while sipping his black Kongo coffee. His Kavieng smile gave Nil-mam confidence she started to speak. After listening intently, Dr Kenny shook hands with Nil-mam and turned away to find a tissue to dry his tears.

“Your father and I attended the same school and we have been great friends. I am happy that you are his daughter.”

Nil-mam and Apane could not hold back their tears. Apane was tempted to weep openly in Simbu tradition but held back. Nil-mam sobbed with her head buried under her blouse.

Dr Kenny asked them to follow him to his house to meet his wife and closed the office door behind him.

Nil-mam regained her confidence. She was not alone and the thought of leaving school, becoming pregnant and getting married temporarily escaped her mind.

“Uncle, how long have you been working at this hospital?” asked Nil-mam. “Since you were not born,” replied Dr Kenny. “I played a role in convincing your mother to marry your father when I was in Kavieng during a break on my first year of work here.”

Nil-mam smiled and tried to work out the number of years. “Many times, employees are asked by their employers to take up new positions but rarely do employers ask employees to choose where they want to work.

“Whenever, they accord me such opportunities, I have chosen to work and live in Simbu,” Dr Kenny continued.

Convinced by Dr Kenny’s account of his life in Simbu, Nil-mam thought how lucky she was to be marrying a Simbu man. Apane also was proud of what she heard from the conversation and was thinking of telling her peers of other people’s perceptions of Simbu.

Dr Kenny’s family’s reception was something Nil-mam missed from her own family. By the time she asked for permission to leave for Kaupa’s house, all was set. Dr Kenny would call her after talking with her parents.

Nil-mam would travel back to Porgera the next day proud of her accomplishments. Dr Kenny handed her a betel nut to chew on her way home.

As Nil-mam and Apane walked home later in the day, the market vendors were rushing to secure a space in a warehouse to keep leftovers to sell the next day. Some young men carried secondhand clothing bails two or three times their size. Others carried the small wooden tables used for selling betel nut and cigarettes.

Nil-mam remarked to Apane that she could not understand how these vendors would find time to prepare dinner. Apane told her that they normally feed on scones and coffee sold on roadside markets. They were not used to preparing dinner. Most of them did not own a house in town and lived with relatives who did.

At home, Kaupa and his wife had prepared a special dinner for Nil-mam. Then they gathered around the fire and told stories of what they did during the day. Nil-mam’s dish had kaukau, potato, banana, corn, taro, yam, pumpkin, a variety of greens and was topped with a boiled chicken. When Nil-mam shared her dinner with the children, Kaupa told Nil-mam that they children had their share and she should not share hers.

Kaupa’s wife told Nil-mam it was kind of her to share with children. “I learnt this from Yaltom,” Nil-mam said.

“Ya, Yaltom is a person who likes sharing, even small things,” Kaupa’s wife said breaking into laughter. “Many people joke that he will one day share his underwear.”

Everyone in the house joined in the laughter. Nil-mam could not hold back. “That’s true,” she said, gasping for breath. “Simbus are well regarded for possessing the spirit and ability to share and give. They find joy in it”.

The statement was enough to make Kaupa stand in the dark and applaud Nil-mam. “Are you staying with us for a week?”

“No, I must return to Porgera tomorrow,” replied Nil-mam. “Then you need a good rest, it will be a long journey,” directed Kaupa’s wife.  Nil-mam thanked the family and prepared for bed.

“Waaaaaaa!” Nil-mam shouted and woke everyone at around one in the morning. Kaupa’s wife woke and asked, “Nil-mam, what’s wrong?”

Nil-mam took a deep breath and apologised. “I am being attacked by a monster that looked like a huge brown dog. The dog blocked me from seeing the owner, an old woman standing at the back of the dog”.

Kaupa’s wife made a short prayer and condemned the devil that tried to attack Nil-mam and they went back to sleep. 

Simbu Woman welcomes Crocodile Man to Kundiawa

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Simbu Woman & Crocodile Man (Mathias Simon, abstract)JIMMY AWAGL Words |
MATHIAS SIMON Illustration

An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Paga Hill Development Company
Award for Writing for Children
SP Brewery Award for Illustration

TWO glorious days in Kundiawa, Simbu Province - a magnificent time of Simbu style celebration to mark Papua New Guinean literature and commemorate the 40th anniversary of PNG Independence.

Everyone gearing-up for the big event. A glowing day attracting villagers to abandon their homes and come out for a sun bath.

Then, to their amazement, as the sun rises over Mt Wilhelm Simbu Woman appears in her traditional attire, body glistening with grease pig and offering a unique pattern of dance.

The crowds encircle her while she shake her bottom to captivate them. In her hands, a Simbu arrow.

Simbu Woman is asked to lead the delegation of visitors to the celebration area for the event. She dances forward and leads the delegation of authors, poets, essayists, illustrators, writers, sponsors, guests and fans to Dickson Oval.

Her eyes focus on the arrival of the 2015 Crocodile Prize Anthology, the main vessel of the writer’s work over the last six months.

Crocodile Man has the 2015 Anthology on his shoulder and follows the footsteps of Simbu Woman along the gullies of Kundiawa, Four Kona Town.

Crocodile Man stands at the back of Simbu Woman to surprise her with the books.

At the venue, Crocodile Man asks, “Where are we heading now?”

“Towards the peak of Mt Wilhelm since it is getting towards 30 June and entries will be closed,” replies Simbu Woman.

“Sure it was on the PNG Attitude blog for the writers to view,” utters Crocodile Man with a determined heart.

“Even at our level, the publicity and awareness is done through local media like Facebook, Radio Simbu, 90.7 FM and word of mouth,” Simbu Woman affirms.

Simbu Woman chants in Kuman language to tell the audience to witness the two day event in style.

“Come along and witness the power of the word in writing, to preserve the long gone heritage of our society,” Simbu Woman chants.

The celebration touches the hearts of raw talented writers, artists and carvers to preserve the richness of their traditional and cultural heritage.

Such celebration gives prominence to the younger generation to embrace reading as the primary source of knowledge as they pursue education.

“Our aim is to promote literature as a culture of writing in PNG style and its prominence within the society,” says Simbu Woman. 

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