I Crave for the Simpler Life


I crave for the simpler life

When fuel was not a worry

And no one was in a hurry


I crave for the simpler life

When money was not a worry

And every day seemed sunny


I crave for the simpler life

When food did not come in a can

And calories was not a concern


I crave for the simpler life

When the Courts were just

And in them we had trust


I crave for the simpler life

When life as a child was fun

And no child had to hold a gun


I crave for the simpler life

When telephones were stuck to the wall

And time spent with family was a ball


I crave for simpler life

When the truth was worth more than gold

And dignities would not be bought or sold


I crave for the simpler life

When a man’s worth was in his deeds

And not by the size of his proceeds


I crave for simpler life

When life was simpler

And everything else was so simple

My entries for the Crocodile Prize

It has taken me a while but I have finally submitted a couple of entries for the Crocodile Prize. You see, I’ve found it can be very difficult to write a short story when you’ve got karate practice, editing and maintaining of a couple of websites and a full time job.

Unfortunately, I can’t quit my job cos it pays for the others. However, as I mentioned, I managed to cook up two short stories which I have emailed to Keith Jackson and Phil Fitzpatrick for inclusion in the judging. BTW, entries into the Crocodile Prize close today.

I’ve published the two stories on my Hubpage and if you are interested in reading them then please head over there for a peep. Below are the links:

  • The Dilemma – This story is about a man faced with the dilemma of taking a bribe and the consequences it could have on his career.
  • The Bamboo Master – This is about a man called Kon Mantu who pretends to be a bonafide “glassman” (witch hunter) and uses it to profit from ignorant villagers.

I’ll also have them published on Scribd and other channels.

Book review: Desperation

The master of horror and the creepy Stephen King definitely sets a feeling of desperation in his 1996 novel “Desperation”. A fictional town created by the master of macabre, she become host to a terrifying evil that has just been let loose from the pits of the Earth.

The appropriately titled novel tells the story of several travelers who are seemingly abducted randomly and brought to the town by the local sheriff. Unfortunately, from the very beginning they find out that things are now well in this mining town.

King tells the story from several point of views, each character developed independently yet as they are drawn closer become intertwined like strands that come together to make a rope. Each has their own perspective on evil and beliefs. However, the most interesting character is David Carver.

Carver is the main character that had me glued to the book. He had a certain mystery about him that King would eventually reveal but it made the story more digestible and believable. But in true King style, he does the same for all the characters, chipping away layers in each chapter to reveal the core.

The book, although and old one, will definitely put a chill down your spine.

Invitation to join the PNG Society of Writers

A new society for writers has been incorporated into Papua New Guinea (PNG), PNG Society of Writers, Editors and Publishers, will see the administration of the country’s largest literary competition, the Crocodile Prize.

The Crocodile Prize is a national literary award initiated by PNG Attitude and the Post Courier.

The society is inviting interested persons to become members of the society. Membership is free for Papua New Guineans while non PNGeans can become associate members for $AUD50.00.

You can join by simply filling in the application form and sending it to benelong@bigpond.net.au or kjackson@jacksonwells.com.au. Once registered you will receive a Certificate of Membership and be sent regular newsletters of the society’s activities and affairs.

Applicants for associate membership can remit $A50 to the Bendigo Bank:

Account name: SPSS The Crocodile
BSB: 633 000
Account number: 141 021 527
Reference: Society membership <your surname>

Further information can be obtained by emailing the above addresses or from the PNG Attitude blog http://asopa.typepad.com/

You can download the application form and interim constitution by clicking the links below:

Women freely addressing DV on Facebook

The cover of the edition on domestic violence.
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Women in the country are usually afraid of coming out in public about the abuse they have endured. However, a new avenue has been launched on the social network Facebook that has seen a few women come out with their stories of abuse.

The Facebook group called PAPUA NEW GUINEANS AGAINST DOMESTIC VIOLENCE has attracted a significant number of supporters with members reaching up to nearly 3000 this morning – a day after the group was created.

Exile Kombs (Facebook nickname), a young Papua New Guinean female is the first to come out with her story of abuse by her ex-husband in Madang. In her own words:

Just want to share my story with you all of what happened to me on Tuesday (27/9/11) in Madang town. I was surprisingly bashed up by my ex-husband in town right in front of the town bus-stop. A guy who I had no contact with for 2 years.

He grabbed me by the shirt and told me to get on a bus which was nearby heading to Sisiak where Highland settlers live. I struggled and called to people for help but people stopped and stared as if they were watching a game. Poor thing the only support I had was a post which I grabbed onto with both hands as hard as I could because he was pulling my hands and hitting it so hard, just to get me into the bus.

The crowd just stood around and watched happily screaming “skulim em ya (teach her)”. Anyway to cut the story short, a Guard Dog car came by and I ran over to ask for help to take me to the police station but the driver told me, “em wok blong Police ino mipla (that’s a job for the police, not us)” and drove on.

We preach No violence again Woman and yet in broad daylight and in the heart of town, people just stood and watched, street boys were only waiting for my belonging to fall so they could get what they want, and in fact they did exactly that…Till now I don’t feel safe to go to town even in broad daylight!!!

Another female, Elizabeth Boio Pongi applauded the group and gave her experience of domestic violence.

A cause so very close to my heart. As a witness/survivor of domestic violence I applaud the creators/administrators of this page for the initiative taken. Having lived most of my childhood in a home where DV was a daily occurrence, many of your stories brought back painful memories that still manage to bring a tear to my eye almost 20 years later.

The most painful memory for me is the ignorance, the refusal by many to assist my mum despite her many cries for help while she was being abused by my father.

My mother managed to stay with him long enough for us to be old enough to understand why she needed to leave before she finally left. Her stand has in many ways instilled in me the belief that no matter what the circumstance/reason NO MAN HAS THE RIGHT TO HIT ME! This belief I am passing on to my son & daughter and my colleagues who come to work with bruises, my relatives who greet me with black eyes & my neighbour who’s screams I hear late at night.

My hope is for us to be a society that is intolerant of this evil & I will be supportive of any petitions/events organised by this forum. We must make a bold, loud message that abuse in any form is not acceptable! With almost 3,000 members in this group how many more people can each of us influence in our everyday lives?

Even vibrant PNG men have shown their support for the women. Scott Waide boldly puts his views of violent men in the form of a poem.

Punch her in the gut and it won’t show
Black an eye out and they will know
You’re the man of the house for sure
Box her and throw her out the door

Kick her in the ribs and kick her hard
And do make sure that she is off guard
Smash a few cups or plates or what’s left
Hit her once more to show her you’re deft

Come home drunk at twelve one or two
Dry slap the kids and kick the dog too
Let the mates know the wife she’s a bitch
All you want’s a girl to make you smile

For a six or two they’ll say you’re right
They’re part of a cause the wives they fight
“Save it” they rave ‘bout the ways of old
Please do help them in this cause so bold

It is apparent that a vast majority of Papua New Guineans are sick and tired of witnessing domestic violence. Some people argue that it is a part of our culture – it’s not! If anything it was highly scorned in our so called primitive society. Yet it is practiced by our so called highly educated and elites and worse, is our own ignorance, which becomes in avertedly a condoning of violence.

Joker’s Basket (Volume 1)

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Back in 2008, I compiled a collection of 39 jokes which had been forwarded to me from friends. It made a nice 22 page book which I published on Scribd under the title Joker’s Basket (Volume 1) and it proved quite a hit among readers on the social publication site.

The volume contained popular jokes that had been modified to fit the Papua New Guinean scenario like the Queen of the Air or the timeless Johnny jokes and even the quirky Why We Love Kids.

If you want some jokes then feel free to download or use the Joker’s Basket (Volume 1).