WE HAD HEARD RUMOURS of the mistreatment of Rose's sister Kiak. Mistreatment is a euphemism.
To tell the brutal truth, Kiak had been repeatedly raped, tortured and beaten by her husband in Banz. She was chained to a bed, kept as a slave, not allowed to even go to the toilet.
When she heard what was happening, Rose was white with anger and quickly marshalled me and the family into action.
"I need return airfares and money to bribe the police and pay local informers". That was my job - to provide the wherewithal.
And so began Rose's commando raid to rescue her sister.
We had tried to get the local police on to the job, but they claimed they didn't have enough petrol.
So we provided the fuel. And a ‘fee’ of K500 each.
They then strode into action.
Rose recruited the informer, a young lad of 15, and a double-agent, a local woman who was a market seller.
The Kundiawa police mounted their Hilux vehicles and headed for Banz, guns at the ready and Rose at their head.
The young informer was with them and pointed out the hut where Kiak was held hostage.
The agent enticed the husband away by claiming she had a special deal at the market.
The police burst into the hut and found Kiak bound, gagged and chained to a bed. They released her, bundled her into the car and drove back to Kundiawa to meet the afternoon flight to Moresby.
But the husband’s relatives gave chase and reached the airstrip just as the plane was boarding. Luckily K500 goes a long way, and the police blocked their way.
So Kiak was free. Well, free to live a life in the bright-lights of Port Moresby away from what was slavery.
It was one of the greatest moments of Rose's career.
I'm very proud of her. And it's all true.