An entry in the Crocodile Prize
PNG Government Award for Short Stories
This story is based on a true experience and is dedicated to my mother who passed away in January 1990
“YOUR elders will be here soon,” said my mother. “They have agreed with your father to meet here tonight.”
“Yes … tonight. We met today and resolved to convene here tonight to finalise discussions on the ambu-di-kungugl. They should be well on their way by now,” said my father from his corner.
It was a night in December 1989, about two weeks before Christmas. I had just returned home after a terrible year at Unitech in Lae in portending danger of discontinuation of my studies.