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"From King to Kanaka: Penny's Night of Reckoning" DRINK OSEM WHITE MAN SPARK OSEM KANAKAPenny was a man who chased weeke...
28/08/2024

"From King to Kanaka: Penny's Night of Reckoning"
DRINK OSEM WHITE MAN SPARK OSEM KANAKA

Penny was a man who chased weekends like a dog chases its tail, always eager for the thrill of the chase but never quite catching anything worthwhile. On one such Saturday night, he found himself in a shabby tucker shop at Morata, a place where the beer was as cheap as the promises made over it. The SP Green cans were just K6 each, and Penny drank like a white man, feeling like a king with every sip, though the crown on his head was nothing more than a bottle cap.

As the night wore on, his so-called friends vanished like shadows at dawn, leaving him stranded at Gerehu Red Hills. Stubborn as a mule, Penny refused to call it a night. He flagged down a cab and, with the last of his wits, instructed the driver to take him to Baruni. But the alcohol was a thief, slowly robbing him of his senses until, at last, it stole his consciousness entirely.

When he came to, he was in the company of Ray, a woman from Baruni who had become his unlikely guide through the night. Penny was no longer the king of his night—he was a ship without a rudder, drifting aimlessly as Ray steered him toward 9 Mile. The darkness of the night closed in on him like the jaws of a trap, and Penny found himself caught in it, harassed, punched, kicked, and cursed by those who saw him as nothing more than a stumbling fool.

The K1,500 he had in his pocket, the lifeblood of his hard work, was drained away by Ray, a K2 meri who had taken advantage of his drunken state. She disappeared like smoke in the wind, leaving Penny penniless and alone.

Just when Penny thought the night couldn’t get any darker, a ray of light appeared in the form of a good Samaritan who recognized him. This stranger was like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to shore, taking Penny to 8 Mile and giving him a place to rest his weary head.

The next morning, the fog of alcohol lifted, and Penny was faced with the harsh sunlight of reality. His friend recounted the night’s events, and Penny was shocked by the mess he had made of himself. He had started the night drinking like a white man, but by the end, he was no better than a kanaka—broken, helpless, and at the mercy of others.

Penny realized he had been playing with fire, and it was only by luck that he hadn’t been burned to ash. He could have been killed by rascals, run over by a car, or met his end in any number of ways, but somehow, he had survived.

From that day on, Penny became a changed man. He saw drinking outside his home as a wolf in sheep’s clothing—dangerous and deceptive. He found work as a security guard at a primary school in NCD, determined to live a better life. His advice to others was simple but powerful: "If you're out with friends, come home early. Choose your friends wisely and take care of yourself. When you're overdrunk, ask someone to take you home, or you might end up like me."

Written by Ezekiel Konia

It's never too late to learn from your mistakes and change your life for the better.

The Ten-Years Journey: Pombra's Struggle for an NID Card. Pombra hailed from the small village of Rumamuddies, nestled i...
20/08/2024

The Ten-Years Journey: Pombra's Struggle for an NID Card.

Pombra hailed from the small village of Rumamuddies, nestled in the fertile greenish highlands of Mt. Hagen, Western Highlands Province. His journey to obtain an NID card was a saga that would stretch over a decade, testing his patience, resolve, and spirit.

At 32, Pombra had dreams as vast as the mountains that surrounded his village. He wanted to start a small business—a trade store that would bring much-needed goods to his community. But there was one thing standing in his way: he needed an NID card to secure a loan. Without it, his dreams were like clouds drifting just out of reach, always there but never quite attainable. The NID card was supposed to be his key to unlocking these dreams, but instead, it became a symbol of a journey fraught with delays and disappointment.

In 2014, Pombra began the NID process. He filled out the application form, posed for his passport-sized photo, and pressed all ten fingers into the ink pad for his fingerprints. An elder from Rumamuddies vouched for his identity, and with all the necessary documents in hand, he was given a small receipt—a number that would supposedly lead him to his NID card. Little did he know, that receipt would stay with him for the next ten years, becoming a tattered reminder of the system that seemed designed to grind him down.

Every few months, Pombra would make the trek to the NID Haus in Mt. Hagen, hoping to finally receive his card. Each visit, however, ended in disappointment. “It’s not ready yet. Come back later,” they would say, their words like echoes bouncing off the walls of bureaucracy. The receipt, once a symbol of hope, became a worn relic of a process that seemed endless—a bitter token of time wasted.

As the years dragged on, Pombra became the subject of mockery in his village. "Kange, NID Kornga nee titin muna mon, pana rak omb punum e kaa?" they would taunt in Melpa, the local dialect. "Man, did you get your NID already? It took you ages!" Their words stung like nettles, reminding Pombra of his helplessness in the face of a system that moved at a glacial pace. Each time he was mocked, it felt like salt was being rubbed into a wound that refused to heal.
Pombra watched as others received their NID cards quickly, thanks to knowing the right people in the office or slipping some "side money" to grease the wheels. But Pombra had neither connections nor extra cash to speed up the process. He was just a simple man from Rumamuddies, lost in a system where those without influence were left to fend for themselves. The process was like a river where only those who knew the secret paths could navigate swiftly, while Pombra was left stranded on the banks, watching the current carry away his dreams.

The consequences of not having an NID card began to pile up. Three years into his wait, Pombra missed a golden opportunity. His friends Kang Kai and Pora were headed to Port Moresby, a trip that would have opened new horizons for Pombra. But when he tried to board the Air Niugini flight, he was denied a boarding pass because he had no form of identification. The sight of the plane taking off without him was a sharp reminder of the opportunities slipping through his fingers.

Even before that, Pombra had escorted three tourists around Mt. Hagen, proudly showing them the beauty of his homeland. They were so impressed by his knowledge and hospitality that they promised to take him with them on their next trip down south. But once again, the lack of an NID card held him back. Without it, he couldn’t apply for a passport, and the promise of travel turned to dust in his hands. The lost opportunities piled up like stones in his heart, each one adding to the burden he carried.

As the years passed, Pombra’s frustration turned to bitterness. The NID card he needed to secure a loan, to travel, to start the business he had dreamed of—it all seemed further away than ever. By the time he turned 40, the stress had taken a toll on his health. He grew tired, not just physically but emotionally, too. His spirit, once as strong as the mountains of Kolgngi and Mambla, was eroded by the relentless wait.

At 42, after ten long years, Pombra made what he thought might be his last trip to the NID Haus. His steps were slower, his hope almost gone. But this time, something different happened. The clerk behind the counter pulled out a card with his name on it. It was his NID card, finally ready after a decade of waiting. But instead of joy, Pombra felt a deep sadness wash over him. The card in his hand was not just a piece of plastic; it was a testament to the years he had lost, to the dreams that had withered in the wait.

He thought of all the things he could have done if he had received the card sooner—the business he could have started, the places he could have traveled, the opportunities that had passed him by. Each thought was like a knife, cutting deeper into the wound that the NID process had left on his soul.

As he walked back to Rumamuddies, Pombra couldn’t shake the feeling that the system had stolen a decade of his life. The NID card was in his hand, but the years were gone, lost to the slow grind of bureaucracy. The dreams that had once driven him were now just distant memories, overshadowed by the bitter reality of his experience. Pombra’s journey to get an NID card had finally come to an end, but the victory was hollow. The man who returned to Rumamuddies was not the same one who had set out ten years earlier. The system had taken its toll, and the dreams that had once seemed so close were now out of reach, leaving Pombra with a card in his hand and a heavy heart.

Written by Ezekiel Konia


The story brings attention to the frustratingly slow and inefficient process of obtaining an NID card in Papua New Guinea. It sheds light on how such delays can prevent people from accessing essential services, pursuing opportunities, and participating fully in society.
Overall, the story serves as both a critique and a call to action, urging improvements in how essential services are delivered to the people of Papua New Guinea. It emphasizes the importance of efficient, fair, and timely processes in enabling individuals to achieve their aspirations and contribute to society.

Kaupa Gra Nili’s Journey: A Story of Triumph and TraditionIn the remote village of Aregol, nestled high in the Sine Sine...
18/08/2024

Kaupa Gra Nili’s Journey: A Story of Triumph and Tradition

In the remote village of Aregol, nestled high in the Sine Sine Yongomugl District of Chimbu Province, Kaupa Gra Nili’s story begins. Aregol, with its panoramic views of the mighty Waghi River and enveloped in morning fog, is a place where the beauty of nature meets the harshness of daily life. This picturesque yet challenging environment would shape Kaupa's remarkable journey.

Each day started before dawn in Kaupa's household. His grandmother and father, rising at 4:30 AM, would bake kaukau in a fire oven. The smell of the baking kaukau, wafting through the cold, foggy air, would gently rouse Kaupa from his sleep. Despite the biting cold, Kaupa endured icy morning baths, the chill of the water akin to a thousand tiny needles pricking his skin. With his feet braving the rugged terrain, he walked a grueling 10 kilometers to school, navigating hills, crossing creeks, and climbing small mountains. This daily trek, though arduous, was transformed into an adventure by the companionship of other children from his village, their laughter and chatter turning the journey into a shared experience.

Kaupa attended Gama Primary School, where he faced the strict rule of speaking only English. Any slip into Pidgin or vernacular led to punishment, making every conversation a careful balancing act. His resolve was unwavering, fueled by the dreams of a better future.

As Kaupa progressed to Muaina Secondary School, the challenges continued. Financial strains made schooling difficult, and community tribal conflicts added to the uncertainty of his young life. Despite these trials, Kaupa’s determination remained unshaken. His family faced constant struggles, from school fees to the basics of daily life, but they persevered, finding occasional relief during the coffee harvest season, which provided a vital source of income.

Once a month, Kaupa would journey with his parents to Kundiawa Town. This bustling four-corner town, with its crowded streets, store lines, and the lively Wara Market, was a world away from the serene yet challenging life in Aregol. These trips were both exhilarating and overwhelming, offering a rare glimpse of urban life while also serving as a reminder of the complexity of his rural upbringing.

Upon completing Grade 12, Kaupa sat with the village elders, who imparted words of wisdom that would guide him in his future endeavors. They explained that Aregol means “Sun Red” or “Red Bright Sun,” a symbol of the village’s strength and resilience. This profound understanding of his heritage became a guiding light for Kaupa as he pursued higher education.

Kaupa was accepted into the University of Papua New Guinea (UPNG), where he embarked on a rigorous academic journey, ultimately graduating with a degree in Geology. His graduation day was a celebration of his achievements and his roots. Dressed in traditional Chimbu attire, Kaupa wore a dazzling headdress and face paint in bold red and yellow. Holding a spear and a kundu drum, he led a vibrant procession of his brothers and clansmen. Their cheers—“Huuuuuu oooooooo, Ayaaaaa Huuuuuu”—echoed through the graduation ceremony, honoring Kaupa’s triumph and the spirit of Aregol.

The story of Kaupa Gra Nili is a testament to perseverance, cultural pride, and the transformative power of education. From the misty highlands of Aregol to the academic halls of UPNG, Kaupa’s journey is a shining example of resilience and the enduring strength of cultural identity.

Written By Ezekiel Konia

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POM tertiary students paying their respect to the Late Honourable. Sam BasilIrreplaceable leader.Gone too soon.Rest easy...
16/05/2022

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Late Honourable. Sam Basil
Irreplaceable leader.
Gone too soon.
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