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If Dekla says Papua New Guinea is Eden, then it is

Francis Nii, Kundiawa Hospital, 2012FRANCIS SINA NII

IN NEED OF VITAMIN D from heaven’s abundant supply, I was wheeled in my battered wheelchair down to the helipad at the southern end of Kundiawa’s Sir Joseph Nombri Memorial hospital, which is my home.

As I was sun bathing, Kaupa, an old friend and an aspiring politician, walked up to me. He had seen me through the window of the ward where his sick daughter was admitted the day before.

We chatted for a while and Kaupa suggested we go to the hospital front-gate market for a cup of Kongo coffee. He helped me push my wheelchair and we went to the favourite coffee spot.

After a kapa each at Dorothy’s coffee shop, I was tempted to take a chew of betel nut. We moved to the first seller on the Wara Simbu side of the road and I paid for two nuts.

As we were chewing, a young woman in her early thirties came towards us wearing six-pocket trousers, collared tee-shirt and a pair of strappers.

“Dekla, my sister, what are you doing here?” the buai seller asked the woman in Tok Pisin.

“My sister Paula, it’s been a long time,” Dekla responded and they shook hands.

“I‘ve been in the hospital for some days now looking after my son. He twisted his ankle while playing with other children and got admitted”, Dekla explained.

After chatting with Paula for a while, Dekla asked her for some betel nut. “Sista sampela piksa buai o - sister any display nuts?”

Sista laip em had tru - sister life is so difficult. Buai em ino planti - betel nuts are not plenty. Yu baim na kaikai - you buy and chew,” the buai seller responded.

Sista, mi askim long wanpela piksa buai tasol - sister, I am asking for a display nut only. Blong wanem yu tok laip i had - why are you saying life is so difficult? Olsem wanem laip i had tru – how comes life is so difficult?”

Sori sista, laip long town i had tru – sorry sister, life in town is so hard. Olgeta samting i moni tasol - everything is money”.

Oh sista, yu nogat wok na yu hangamap nating long town olsem na yu painim laip em had – oh sister, yu have no jobs and you are just squatting in town that’s why you find life so difficult. Yu mas kam bek long ples – you must come back to the village.

Ples em heven – village is heaven. Olgeta samting i stap – everything is in the village. Yu ino bai wari long wanpela samting – you will never be worried about anything”.

The conversation turned into an argument and became quite bitter so I decided to distract them. I gave K2 to Paula and instructed her to give Dekla four nuts worth 50 toea each.

Dekla looked at me and shook her head. “Give his money back,” she said and pulled the K2 from Paula’s hand and gave it back to me.

“I feel sorry for you. I have money. I will buy myself some nuts but not from this rubbish,” and Dekla pulled out a K10 note out of a stake of ten and twenty kina bills in her purse in full view of Paula and walked to the next seller. Would you like a drink of Coke? She asked me and I nodded.

From the corner of my eyes I saw Paula swallowed a lump that refused to go down her throat. I couldn’t figure out what was going on in her mind but clearly she was flustered.

Dekla came back with a bottle of Coke and a handful of betel nut and mustard beans. She gave me the Coke and suggested that we stay under the shade of a mango tree on the other side of the road and chew. We went to the shade of the mango tree.

“Paula is my cousin,” Dekla explained as she and Kaupa were chewing the nuts and I was drinking the Coke.

“We are from Toromambuno in Gembogl. We both left school after completing grade six and got married.

“Me and my husband, we live in the village. Our three children were born at Gembogl rural health centre.

“Once in a while I travel to Madang or Lae to sell my carrots, broccoli and cauliflowers. After selling them, I buy clothes and household items - mattresses, blankets, cooking pots - that we need and I go back.

“Paula and her husband left the village soon after they got married and they have been living in a settlement around here ever since.

“I don’t understand this talk of hard life or poverty. Maybe this is the language of vagrants squatting in settlements in towns and cities.

“In the village, we have everything we need.  We have food, fresh clean water, firewood and, house to live in.

“When we are hungry, we just take a walk to the back of our house and pick ripe bananas, avocado or sugar cane and consume them and we are full.

“When we need salt, soap, kerosene, cooking oil or a FlexCard to make a phone call, we pick coffee or vegetables from the garden and sell them on the roadside, get the money and we buy these things.

“We are not worried about money. We don’t struggle in the scorching heat to make a few kinas for just one evening’s meal.

“We do gardening whenever we feel like. Otherwise we go washing in the creek or lazing around with friends and play 7 Bomb - cards. We are happy.

“I feel sorry for my sister and her family. They must come back to the village,” Dekla said.

I was very interested in what Dekla said especially after all the negative publicity about PNG in the Australian media. I mulled over her words for a while and then asked her a question.

“Dekla, contrary to what you have said, some Australians are saying that PNG is a poverty stricken shithole. What do you think about that?” I stressed every word for effect.

“What?” Kaupa and Dekla fumed simultaneously.

“Lucky their (Australians) jobless are living off the dole otherwise they would have starved to death”. So said Kaupa, the senior public servant and aspiring politician.

“People like Paula who squat in settlements and lack basic needs like food, good shelter and decent clothes may come under the definition of poverty Australians are talking about. But that’s only a fraction of the whole population. Most Papua New Guineans, including me and my people in Salt Nomane, are not poor.

“We don’t survive on dole handouts. We don’t live in makeshift tents. We don’t survive on a spoonful of donated rice and soup day by day. We don’t stand in queues for hours just to get a bucket of water for a week.”

Dekla cut in. “You are right my brother. Papua New Guinea is Eden. We don’t lack anything, so why outsiders should describe us as poor people”.

I intervened and changed the subject. After all, the nuts were depleted. We dispersed. And I forgot about the incident.

Some days later, Phil Fitzpatrick’s article PNG: The Australian media’s mad – I love the place appeared in PNG Attitude and reminded me of the conversation. I thought PNG Attitude readers might like to make their own judgment.

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Steven Gimbo

Thank you Francis, and yes, I've got Toromambono blood in me and I can surely say that that area is rich.

But so are many other rural areas I've travelled through in my work as a lay missionary and a reporter.

All we need is Dekla's mentality and strength of character. PNG is not poor!

Francis Sina Nii

Thank you Michelle, Barbara, Steve and Maureen for your inspiring comments. Thank you.

Maureen Wari

Good one bro.

If Dekla was standing for any POM seat, with her argument being her top point, I would vote for her with two hands. Noble and full of common sense.

You've brought out a powerful testament of the majority of hard working, law-abiding, self respecting proud Papua New Guineans.

Steve W Labuan

Like Barbara and Michelle, I would like to congratulate Francis Sina Nii. No doubt, "If Dekla Says.." is a brilliant way of responding to a present issue through the public attraction of entertainment.

This work alone is a raw literary talent, published probably a rushed draft attempt while the issue is still hot. But despite this, it is highly communicable of its message.

Francis, including this work, has valuable potential once refined. Congrats again.

Mrs Barbara Short

Thanks Francis, for this story. I was wondering if the village people were still able to look after themselves. Thank God, they can!

Just so long as nobody takes away their tribal lands the majority of PNG people can provide for themselves.

Michelle Rooney

Another great article Francis. Thank you. So much captured so simply. What captured me was the buai market as a central point for understanding so much about PNG. In many ways the buai market reflects the social, economic and political hub in PNG. There is piksa buai because of wara buai. In Pomcity there is balus buai bikos of preference for Mekeo buai.
Buai sales is pretty much main lifeline for urbanites such as Paula. Many money lenders can be found at buai market. It's like the counselling centre or the hotspot. You can't go lonely because all you have to do is go to the buai market. Even if you don't chew you can still buy one for a pren for fifty toea. Knowing the buai sales network is an important security strategy - ie yu save pes.
If you know which buai market to go to, you can know exactly what is going on in certain members of parliaments house (s).
It also reflects perhaps why the outside world views PNG as a shithole. Lets face it its filthy for the most part - and I am as guilty as any other chewer. I am more and more wary of sharing lime so liberally these days because I am not sure if TB can be spread through sharing like.

I hope people trying to understand PNG will take a moment to chew or simply chat at the buai market.

If only PNG leaders could just put their money where their mouths are when it comes to violence and basic services PNG it would make such a difference for all.

Cheers

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