FOR some reason when I look at home from afar and read the day’s news on the computer screen it seems to me that Papua New Guinea is heading into a mid-life crisis.
Port Moresby's deprived children crawl over the freeway and under the fly-over like cockroaches.
They feed off the refuse from Down Town, Touaguba and Paga Hill, feasting in the shadow of street lights.
They swarm at Boroko and Gordons and follow the coined-crumb trails of perfumed pedestrians and flash motorcars.
They wallow in the cesspits of settlements because their depraved parents know and expect nothing better of their communities.
They prostitute themselves, male and female, to philandering pollies and their high powered public servants.