LEONARD FONG ROKA
24/7, a Bougainvillean is told to accept himself a citizen of PNG; he is told not to be racist or undemocratic, the very acts that would unfold the reality of PNG’s indoctrination of Bougainvilleans.
But stand a Bougainvillean and a PNG man together and ask ‘Does their skin colour look the same?’ Do New Guineans dance the kovi and sing the siriroi so common across Bougainville and the Solomons?
Stand on Lontis Point on Buka Island and look out to the sea; do you see any PNG islands?
Stand at Deuro Ridge and look beyond the plains of Olava, what do you see? A mat of a hundred islands of the Choiseul Province and Western Province kissing the south Bougainville coast.
This is the real Bougainville!
My Country Solomon
One day sitting lowly on Deuro road
I watched the calm sea before me
Smeared by a hundred dots of pure green
Those pure green islands where my progenitors
Departed from to conquer my Bougainville from the gods
Those islands were my ancestors’ roots and inspiration for ages
To cut this cruel sea before me to colonize my Bougainville
But now colonization prevents me to love you dearly
I know my skin color and songs but the aliens say
My eyes and grandpa had tricked me long
Long by feeding me charcoal to hide
My true colours and songs
But why these islands
Kissing my Bougainville always?