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15 April 2014

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David, thanks for your story, it brought tears to my eyes. When I taught music at Brandi I collected Sepik traditional songs, learnt them off by heart, then taught them to my music classes.

I found there are lots of village songs besides the songs used in the singsing dances. I can still sing a wonderful fishing song from Murik Lakes, a song of mourning from up near Dreikikir, and the well known Bara Gita Una.

Back in the colonial times there were a few of us collecting these songs and Ebbeck's book - Songs of the South-West Pacific - contains many. I hope you will write down the words of this song and pass them on. A copy needs to be kept in the Music Dept at Divine Word so the tune is also available in the future.

Excellent write David Wapar.

Your poignant tale is familiar to many young people in PNG's modern era.

Maintaining traditional dances, singsings and cultural exposure is vital in all schools, at all levels.

I may be a city kid and probably can't recall the words and lyrics now, but I've danced Kiwai, Karak, Goma Goma and my own Simbu tradition and loved every minute of each.

Those unique people who remember and teach the dances and songs of our ancestors should be accorded with cultural respect equal to Grand Chiefs.

The old ones still alive and those creating our dances and songs are the crown of our nation.

I believe God may have a special place for the in his dance troupe.

That's a singsing I'd love to take part in too.

I hope this piece serves as an inspiration to other young Papua New Guineans so that they gather whatever that is noble from their grandparents and even parents before they hit the grave with all that has been passed on from generations.

We are the ones who will be taking on from here. Despise the boom boxes and beat the kundus and garamuts!

Well said.

A vivid depiction of your awakening to grandpa's heritage.

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