Friendship Farewell Speech

Hi, lovely readers! I had just finished talking with a friend from high school and remembered all the good times and the friends we lost along the way. Coincidentally I pulled out among old papers this speech I gave during my senior year farewell dinner at the highschool I attended.

Hope you like it and hope it brings back some good memories of you and your friends. Cheers!

There is never a smooth road towards a successful ending. Even rich people wish they were happier.

Speaking of happiness, I never knew freedom and happiness until that day my mother dumped me in front of this boarding school. I thought that was the worst day of my life. I thought it was torture, but I was wrong.

I have known happiness on a whole different level with you all – through friendship.

Friendship is not about finding similarities, but rather about respecting differences. If you have great friends, no matter how much life sucks, they will make you laugh so hard and cry so loud that you will somehow forget your worries. It’s the greatest thing to have.

I’m thinking of so many of my good friends tonight: Those present, those absent, those who’ve transferred out, and one that went ahead to heaven. Rest in peace Herbert.

There will never be another time like this! Like my friend Prout once told me, “This is the only time where lifetime friends are created”. How true!  This school has brought us together, made us friends and it is going to see us leave separately. How I wish for us all to travel the same path after this…

I don’t know who said this but I will quote it anyway. It is a beautiful piece about friendship and it goes…

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who instead of giving advice, solutions or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and berievement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness. That is a friend who cares.”

You all are that- My friends. So…
For the four years and for some, two;
For the food shared and the clothes too.
For all my brothers and sisters from classes A to D;
Forever in my heart you will be.
Thank you for the friendship you have offered, rest assured that it’ll be treasured in each one of our hearts, and I will always remember that once in my life I had known a bunch like you.

We will never fathom why God would let time, such precious time, run out on us, but we all must know that time will never wait for us. Whether it’s four years or two years, or this four hours tonight, time eventually runs out.

Thank you for the time we shared.
CHEERS TO THE END OF SENIOR YEAR!

National Anthem for Papua New Guinea

Papua New Guinea is turning 45 on the 16th of September, 2020. 45 years of independence. 45 years of freedom. 45 years and counting.

Here’s the Papua New Guinea national anthem:

Verse 1

Oh arise all you sons of this land,

Let us sing of our joys to be free.

Praising God and rejoicing to be,

Papua New Guinea.

Shout our name from the mountains to seas,

Papua New Guinea.

Let us raise our voices and proclaim,

Papua New Guinea.

Verse 2

Now give thanks to the good Lord above,

For His kindness, His wisdom and love.

For this land of our Fathers so free,

Papua New Guinea.

Shout again for the whole world to hear,

Papua New Guinea.

We are independent and we’re free,

Papua New Guinea.

1 a.m THOUGHT TROUBLES

You know when you turn 18 you have that free will to just get up and move on with your life if you wish too, and no one could oppose you. With that free will and support from mom and dad you were on your way to independence at 19.

At 21 you would have already graduated with almost ten openings for a new job. Then at 23 you’re probably promoted, engaged or married. And then at 24 you buy your first home and start planning your own family.

The idea of still living with your parents is simply wrong to you. You can’t help wanting to get out and go far, only occasionally coming back to visit your folks if necessary.

You know that feeling. That I finally made it feeling. But sometimes you look at the wealth someone else has and you hate your life. Other times you look at the simplicity of an outback neighbourhood and wish you had more peace. You are never satisfied.

But if you look at young people from my country, that will change your perspective. Let’s just say YOU HAVE IT BETTER WHERE YOU ARE.

At 18, we are still in High school. Some are already on their way to motherhood. We can’t think of independence at 19 because it’s hard to find a job and even harder to make it into Uni. You just have to be content being a liability.

At 21, we are still deciding whether to go back to school or keep looking for a job. No job eventually because they are looking for someone with five years experience and a degree.

At 22 we either drop out of school, don’t get accepted into college or don’t have money for college.

At 23, we’re probably married (unrecognised by authority) but have nowhere to go so we’ll just bring our spouse back to our parents house. Our parents house is typically a little shack with 2 rooms.

Then at 24 we might have 2 kids whose diapers are a big problem to find because we still don’t have a job. And we don’t have jobs because our government doesn’t create more work opportunities for everyone.

You see how your life isn’t so bad after all? Count your blessings.

It’s Not Just Being Black

It’s not just our skin complexion,
Neither is it a math complication.
It’s simple as a potato sack,
It’s everything that comes with being black.

There were two girls Lakisha and Mary
The former was bullied because her nose was wide.

And as age caught up and wrinkles became scary,
Mary overused Botox because she was terrified

That Lakisha’s skin was still flawless,
Better than her’s like it was timeless.

Mary shifted from the nose,
And started picking on her skin tone.
She’d do anything to make black look horrible,
Just so she’d feel better, prettier and incredible.

There were two boys Michael and Jack,
The former was bullied because his ancestors were slaves from Africa.
Jack would bully until it was “too far”.

In school he’d pin him down, punch and choke,
Until years later when skin cancer wasn’t a joke.

As his chances of survival grew slim, Jack questioned God and then lost faith in Him.
“Why not that black bastard Mike?”
“Y’know what God? Take a hike!”

This is what actually happened to Jack;
He worked by day and the sun made him a wreck,
Mike worked under that same sun but did not crack.
Melanin made him a jealous ol’ wack,
He framed and Mike got the sack.

You see, it’s not just our complexion,
Neither is it a math complication.
It’s love and empathy that they lack,
One day they will love someone who’s black.

German mother-of-three living on a remote island in Papua New Guinea reveals how ‘life goes on as normal’ amid the coronavirus pandemic

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MY GRANDFATHER NORMAN

My grandfather recalled when he was a young boy, how he ran into a cave with the other village children when they saw Japanese bombers fly over their little village. They huddled together covering their ears until the sound of aeroplane engines completely disappeared. Like every other Papuan and New Guinean that time, they had little to no contact with the outside world. They had missionaries come and go but WWII was a giant, terrifying, murderous intruder and it took everyone by surprise.

But like day, WWII came and went by. After the bombing of Nagasaki, Japanese troops were forced to surrender, pack their shizz and leave. My apié (translated- granpa/granma) said he didn’t know his age that time but he was just a little boy when the war came to Papua New Guinea. According to apié, he really didn’t know his birth date because he was born at a time when school or Westernisation was non-existent, although it is believed he was born somewhere between 1934 and 1938.

Apié was the first born son of the village chief. He was next of kin, the heir to the chieftain throne, it was his birth right, it was in his blood but it wasn’t his calling. He put his inheritance aside and signed himself up to become a policeman.

Papua (East) was just another territory of Australia then and to build it up they needed law and order to thrive first. Apié thought it would be an honour to serve the Queen and country, and make his family proud. He joined the Native Constabulary of Papua & New Guinea on the first of July, 1955. This time he made sure he recorded the date.

In his absense he let his second brother take over the reins. Even years after he retired he never claimed back his chieftain title even though his family still acknowledges that he is. His brother had been a pretty darn good chief while he was gone and so he thought his brother deserved to keep that title and pass it down to his sons if he had any. The chief (apié Webber) sadly died from a curable illness in 2010. May God bless his soul!

My apié had postings in Rabaul, Daru, Lae and Kerema in his early days. His most memorable one was a trip into the Kukukuku jungles of the Gulf province. He recalled there were about twenty of them, native policemen, sent for a very dangerous mission – to apprehend murder suspects. And as he so clearly recalled, they were no ordinary murderers but were even more terrifying. They, four of them altogether, had killed a man and had eaten him.

Cannibalism had been abolished upon the arrival of missionaries and colonization but prior to that it had been a way of life for most of the natives. They either devoured an enemy to show superiority or ate the corpse of a loved one who had died so that their spirit lived on in them. Thankfully, to this day cannibalism has been completely abolished. We are forever grateful for the early missionaries.

Apié recalled that they travelled upstream in two long dug-out canoes, all armed with rifles and little knowledge of the cannibals’ land. When they finally reached Kukukuku the suspects had already fled into the jungle. After a couple of days trekking through unknown terrain, they found two of the four fast asleep in their makeshift shelter. The other two were long gone, lost further inside the dense Kukukuku jungles. Apié and his police brothers had never been so thankful to God for His protection until that time. They were more than thankful!

Had a fight ensued between them and the Kukukuku tribe, he wouldn’t have lived to tell me this story. Imagine the rifles back then… You had to reload after every shot. A spear or arrow couldv’e killed anyone wasting precious time trying to reload.

In mid 1960’s he was posted to Samarai island in the Milne Bay province. By then he had a wife, my apié Marion, and a daughter. My mother and my uncle were later born there. Apié had a good life and he loved his job. He ate healthy and never smoked nor drank alcohol in his life. He never had a knack for bad habits- although he could grab a cat by its neck and throw it as far as the eye could see. He hated cats!

In 1975, dawn of September 16th, apié had the honour of lowering down the Australian flag and raising the new Papua New Guinea flag for the first time on Samarai island. It was the day Papua and New Guinea became one. A day of independence, a day when us natives could finally govern our own country. He smiled as he remembered this highlight in his career.

He was later posted back to his home province of Oro where he served until his retirement to pension on the 31st of January, 1983. Between his three children, he has 15 grandchildren and 9 great grand-babies.

Like most grandparents, my apié loved us all regardless of the time and distance between us. My mother is a policewoman who married a soldier and so we lived away from apié for a very long time. But every time I see him I just want to hug him and kiss his soft old face, and listen to him telling stories of his adventures of long ago. It’s safe to say now that I got my adventurous trait from him.

I cried bitterly when he left to be with the Lord on the 26th of July, 2016. I wasnt beside him but I wasn’t as far from him either, and that still hits me.

I would love to write a book about him one day but for now I write this instead in his memory. I miss you apié. I’ll see you again some day.

Goodbye my favourite story teller. Goodbye my grandfather Norman.

HOW I DEAL WITH BAD DREAMS.

Have you ever had a dream that made you wake up dead in the middle of the night questioning it, overthinking what it could mean and sometimes hoping to God that it didn’t mean a thing?

Where I’m from culture and religion go hand in hand, where dreams must always be taken seriously, which brings us to my dreams… My nightmares.

Dreams Can Come True

I’ve had dreams where my teeth starts falling off and days later I receive news that a relative or a close friend has died. Death of a loved one, loss of a job or any other deep personal loss are common interpretations of this kind of dream.

Once I dreamt that my neighbour’s baby had been snatched from her father’s arms by a stranger. I had to tell my neighbours since it seemed I had been having cryptic dreams too often. Before I could tell them they were gone, they had moved out. I found out two days later that they had moved in fear of their baby’s life, who was a target for sorcerer’s from their tribe. Yes! You heard right. Sorcerers!

Don’t Let Them Come True

Okay, my dreams seem scary. Maybe you’ve experienced similar dreams too, like you’re reliving a horror film. But I’ve got good news to share – You can avoid them coming true. If you’re not a Christian or if you’re an atheist, you can stop reading if you want to.

The only effective method I use to reverse or prevent a bad dream from turning into reality is I pray about it. You can too. You don’t have to be a prayer warrior or a devout Christian to know how to pray.

Just have a conversation like you would with your father. My usual bad dream prayer goes like this: “I rebuke this dream in the name of Jesus. Go back to hell where you came from. And dear God, before I go back to sleep I ask for you to protect all my family members and friends from any harm. Amen!”

I know, short, right? Short, simple, but yet powerful. I keep my prayers brief and to the point because I believe and because my faith tells me that my mouth is a powerful weapon. What an assurance for me to be brave all the time 🙂

I dreamt something horrible happened to my dad three days ago and I said my prayers. He’s working out at sea and has been away for a week now. I’m glad I rebuked the devil . My dad is safe.

I wish for no more bad dreams.

DO YOU HAVE A BAD DREAM YOU WANT TO SHARE? PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW YOU DEAL WITH YOUR NIGHTMARES.

5 WAYS TO BE A GOOD NEIGHBOUR

No man is an island. No matter how independent some of us think we are, we still depend on others unknowingly for survival. Our neighbourhood is a community in itself and there’s really no good in keeping to ourselves.

Love your neighbour as yourself

Honestly, real satisfaction happens when you help another and live in harmony. For a harmonious neighbourhood, you need to be a good neighbour. Here are 5 WAYS TO BE A GOOD NEIGHBOUR:

SAY HELLO

You may not know it but a simple hello accompanied with a smile can lift someone else’s spirit. You never know if your neighbour is ok or not. When you say hello, good morning or good day, good evening or goodnight you show you care enough to take a second to say hi. You turn a frown upside down.

GIVE A HAND

One day our neighbours had gone out living their laundry on the line to dry. The clouds gathered and it was about to rain when my grandmother hastily ran across to their yard and unpegged all their laundry. They were worried about their clothes getting wet again but returned to find them dry and safe on the veranda. They were so grateful they thanked her like a million times. Give a helping hand wherever needed, whether it be helping to mow their lawn or helping with food and clothing. Not everyone can afford even bread.

BE VIGILANT

Keep an eye out for each other. Being vigilant promotes a safer neighbourhood.

CONTROL YOUR VOLUME

Know when your noise is too loud. What if you had a really tough day at work or school and need to rest but can’t because your neighbour is having a big party and doesn’t give a monkeys about anyone? What if you have a really bad migraine and noise is the last thing you want but your neighbour keeps playing very loud music? You can’t sleep. Your migraine worsens. Put yourself into these situations every time you decide to crank the volume up. And ask yourself this, “AM I DISTURBING ANYONE?

VISIT

Find time to knock on your neighbour’s door every once in a while and check up on them. There could be a hungry family behind that door. There could be someone in need of medical assistance. There could be someone struggling with depression. There could be someone thinking of suicide. Pay a visit to your neighbour and let them know they are not alone.

A neighbour in need is a friend indeed

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Todaaaayyy COVID-19 hate

Hi, today has been slow. I’ve been having a mild headache and fever. No coughs no sneezes. Does that mean I have the virus? I don’t know. I hope not. I haven’t left home so I shouldn’t be worrying.

Straight after I finished reading chapter 23 of The Family by Martina Cole, it was 6pm on the clock. The unusual cold afternoon air starts dropping. Very unlike the usual tropical warm air.

That’s it. The fever and headache must’ve been caused by this sudden change in the climate.

But I’m not a scientist or a doctor so how would I know.

I’m tired of this COVID-19 Pandemic. It has crippled me so much. It has crippled a lot of people so much. I’m sick and tired of this lockdown.

Coronavirus has become King and everyone on Earth it’s subjects. Wow, that’s a good tweet. But honestly, if coronavirus was a person I would love to give him my right fist, left fist, right fist, and right leg KO kick. And then pour bleach in his eyes, scratch his face and pour the rest of the bleach on his wounds. Then, put a knife through his heart in my head.

Yeah, the killing part is in my head because I could never. But I wish you nothing but death COVID-19. I hate you!

I’m out!