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26 January 2018


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It's good to see him holding up that fish that the lady has caught - very gallant - but he still hasn't told us who he bought all those fish from that were in the other photographs he sent Keith.

Next he'll be telling us he's catching mackerel on the Touaguba Alps.

Keith - Enjoyed that little contribution about big Pat
What a legend, good to see he has still retained his ironic and satirical sense of humour which, I like many, find refreshing when most news coming out of PNG seem to be of doom and gloom.

I hope that after a period of time of debriefing from the shackles of previous editorializing he might let his writing talent burst forth again.

Maybe whilst sitting on the riverbanks waiting for the fish to bite he might pull pen and paper to hand and create a series of short stories.

Maybe the first title of any new work emerging maybe entitled, "The one that got away”.

I am familiar with the Sipaia area. I went swimming there often in 1974 when I did Form 3 at Lae Technical College. Mr Mummery was the school principal. His deputy was a man named Mr Degoba from the highlands.

In my recent book ‘SURVIVOR’ and in the 3rd instalment - a fictional story is set on an imaginary Oil Palm Plantation up the Sipaia coast towards Madang on which a young girl from a poor broken family is taken care of by her auntie. Her mother whiles away in the village tavern with strange men employed on the plantation.

The poor girl could not continue her education after her parents break up. She begins to send random text messages to just about anybody pleading for help. It so happens that a wealthy man in Port Moresby receives the message and shows it to his wife. They run a charity organisation which supports disadvantaged children right throughout the country.

The couple agree to help this child with her school fee needs. Just when they plan to attend the girl’s graduation ceremony after she completes nurse training at the Lae School of Nursing many years later, the woman is killed in a traffic accident on a busy street in down town Port Moresby.

The Old Man nearly ends his own life when he looses weight as he lives in seclusion away from preying women, some of whom are his late wife’s best friends. How can he make love to these strange women on the same oak bed he used to share with his late wife?

The young girl sort of rescues him when she finally gets the Old Man to agree to marry her.

The Old Man pays a highlands style bride-price to the girl’s uncles and cousins in Lae before flying her to Port Moresby.

And believe it or not, the Old man takes his young bride to his Mediterranean style condor or ‘ villa atop Touaguba Alps' or Touagoba Hill in Port Moresby where all the rich and the famous lived, including of course politicians. And the story ends well with the young bride fitting in nicely in the shoes left behind by the Old Man’s first wife - Rosemary..

And the young bride - Delisa’s mother marries one of the Old Man’s relatives who works at the Oil Palm Plantation. And he happens to be the father of a small boy, the girl’s mother gave birth to.

Initially, she didn’t know who the father was because she had had multiple boyfriends at the tavern. Now, in her own daughter's new home built in her village by the Old Man, her young son looks exactly like one of the Old Man's wantok's working at the plantation. And she recalls the time they were briefly together - leading to a second marriage taking place. And on the story goes……

But back to BIG PAT – he knows that I live in the headwaters of all the rivers that empty into the Gulf of Papua. My Lai River which starts in Kandep takes on many names like Mendi River, Erave River etc before it reaches the coast.

Big Pat knows I will travel down this river one day like ‘Peter and Kinabo’ did in that Radio Broadcast of long ago and do MOKA with him and his people.

BP and his people will give me their fish in exchange for my bags of kaukau. I told him so in our very recent txt message exchanges.

Anyway, thanks Keith for this story. It brings back memories of Lae from the early 70s, my fictional story which I set on the Sipaia coast and reminds me of my recent txt messages with BIG PAT.

Tell him I miss his writing in the Post.

Love this! This made me laugh this morning.

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