I WAS born in Goglme in the Simbu, my birth father being Otto Kuman Omba. He died when I was a baby and my mum married another man, Peter Daka. I owe my life to this man.
Like John Kamasua I had a difficult childhood in Simbu. And I remember the days of Australian kiaps and the excitement of seeing the small planes land on our little airstrip.
As a baby, I was very sick and had scabies, a skin disease. Neighbours told my stepfather that he should leave me under the trees to die. But Peter Daka said, ''No - I will look after her. God has given her to me". And so he did.
Working as a carpenter (he built several churches in Simbu), he would carry me with him to work in his carpenter’s bag with the hammers and chisels. He fed me on coconut milk and tinpis wara. So I survived and was sent to relatives in Banz where I attended the Catholic Primary School.
Then my step-dad, Peter Daka, got sick and there was no one to care for him, so I left school and went to Kundiawa to look after him. I brought him food in the hospital and he would rub my head and tell me stories. The Catholics were good to us during that difficult time, and I particularly remember an African priest, Fr Sakito.
My step-dad died and I was sent to live with cousins Foreman and Mana Kuman in Kundiawa. I went to a school in Kundiawa. One of my teachers - Mr Singaden - had daughters there who now have good careers.
I was then despatched to Port Moresby to be a child minder for a Big Man, a traditional leader. I became ill and some of the neighbours started rumours. "She's got AIDS!” they would say. “Burn her!"
But a good family, the Bemus, took me in to their house at Bomana and looked after me. I found jobs at hotels and later the Gerehu Country Club, which provided the worst moment of my life when I was raped by a relative.
I have got over that and am now married to a strange white man called Peter Kranz. We were married in Simbu bilas, so he can't be all bad. He tells me stories and listens to music. I have been through cancer and am recovering.
Peter still tells me stories.