Mask of Sanity
this Cloak of Civility
churning to a boil
stoked by Rage
spluttering molten blood
from unspeakable desire
sweet, sweet the ache
I am a blaze
I am a boil
Mother kills Rapist – 25th December,2014
A gulf mother, enraged by the rape of her teenage daughter tracked and stabbed her daughter’s rapist at Malalaua this morning.
Police say the woman tracked the alleged rapist to his hiding place in the outskirts of Malalaua and stabbed him with a knife four times in the back.
Charges downgraded for mum who killed rapist – 26 December 2014
Police in Gulf reported that a mother who killed her daughter’s rapist on Christmas Eve in Malalaua will have her murder charges downgraded to man slaughter.
Gulf Provincial Police Commander Lincon Gerari says several witnesses came forward and police established that the mother was acting in self-defence.
Markham Father kills daughter’s rapist – October 19, 2014
A Markham man handed himself over to the Morobe police after he stabbed a man who had allegedly raped his 10-year-old daughter last year.
Morobe Police commander Kaiglo Ambane says the man Kaiapit tracked down and stabbed a man who had sexually assaulted his daughter during 2013 Christmas holidays.
PPC Ambane says the incident took place on December the 20th when the man enticed the man’s daughter with PK chewing gum to go with him to a river near the village.
Years ago I would read or hear of news stories like the ones above and wondered how I would react. Would I be able to walk away and leave it to the hands of the police.
Then I was faced with the possibility my daughter was being abused by a relative. I was filled with a rage I never felt before.
This poem came from that experience. Those emotions I felt.
I know its disturbing.
to break out
to take flight
they emerge alas…
tis not sunlight
Sad thing is..it happens all over the world.
A REPORT on child labour in the country says children entered the sex trade from as young as 10 years.
The report is on the rapid assessment in Port Moresby on commercial sexual exploitation of children and children working on the streets based on a survey conducted between Dec 2010 and Jan 2011 by the University of South Pacific, National Research Institute and the Young Women’s Christian Association.
A total 175 children participated and 161 of them were interviewed using questionnaires. Most of the children interviewed were 17 years old, the youngest was 12 and 90% of the children interviewed were young girls.
“The most common age at which children entered sex work was 15 years (34%) but some of the children entered into commercial sexual exploitation from as young as 10years of age,” the report said.
“Forty-one per cent of the children were sex workers before the age of 15, which indicates that children enter the sex trade from a very young age.”
Quick check for dirty spots
Another quick mop
Must make sure the toothbrushes are in their assigned spots
he’s on the dot
TICK TICK K-A-B-O-O-M
I… forgot to clean the clock
When you meet her you would never know from her beaming face that she has been through hell and is still clawing her way out of it.
She can neither read or write and but is fortunate to have a job as a labourer. With this job as well as selling betelnut after work she manages to make ends meet and support her children.
She has an ex who won’t let go and prefers to sweet talk her into coming back with anything he can get his hands on. Its been years of constant physical, mental and verbal abuse.
She has taken out restraining orders but her ex does not adhere to them.
Recently he jabbed her in the thigh with a knife it would had been deeper had she not been standing behind a door forcing it to close while he swung wildly at her
I don’t know how to help her. Relocating her I think is not an option because she can not read or write and finding a job would be extremely difficult and I do not have the means to support her. We do not have welfare benefits in PNG so it seems like a dead end.
She had him arrested but is under immense pressure from his wantoks (relatives) to drop the charges and do away with the restraining orders.
I am moving to town in several days and I am very worried about her.
She lives in fear.
I feel like crap but don’t how else to help her.
Sometimes I think it would be better if I did not care. If I looked the other way. But I can’t so how the frig do I get rid of the guilt? The feeling of being useless and what do I do?
Sometimes life is so #$%&*.
Daddy’s baby & Baby’s daddy
She stays at home,
to ease the pain,
and no way to explain.
Her father had,
a bright idea one day.
He needed to show his eldest,
the marital way.
So he told his wife,
to further state his case.
She is hidden,
her high school friends
who used to come by
day after day,
from the boyfriend
who came to ask,
if she went away?
from the relatives
who pop up
every other day.
The neighbors whisper,
of the daughter
They shrug their shoulders
quaver but keep on,
be my walking stick,
my guiding light,
trip but keep on,
Up or down,
I sit here under my mosquito net typing this post while all around me, my family sleep.
I wish sleep would come. I wish my heart stopped aching. I wish for many things.
A month ago a young family member came for my help. She came with a story of an older family member sexually harassing her.
She is thirteen. He is in his late 30’s. They live in the same house despite most of my family insisting we solved it in-house I pushed for it to be reported to the police.
So we went down and reported the matter. She came down and went through the interviewing etc. They told us to move her so we did. They told us they would come and arrest him so we waited and waited.
We went down again only to find out the first complaint was never filed. We had to file another one.
During that time he threatened her with a knife and stalked her.
As time went we realised she needs a lot of help. Help, we are not able to give. We went to Social Welfare only to be told time and time again they were in meetings.
Every night he circled the home we moved her too. He brings her gifts; treats; and cash. He sees nothing wrong in what he is doing.
Three days ago it reached boiling point and we went back down to the police station. They told us TO DEAL WITH HIM OURSELVES and bring down to the police station ourselves because they had no fuel to come up and find him.
It seems that because no actual penetration happened it’s not a serious case even though he did attempt to force her to service him orally.
He is on the run now after another family member exploded and punched him when he said he was in ‘a relationship’ with the child.
So now he is out there..a Mary Jane addict who has threatened to kill this child and no real help for the child insight.
So where do we go? How do we help this child? HOW MANY CHILDREN REACHED OUT FOR HELP BUT NEVER GOT IT? So many questions…so I wrote this to keep on going…I must!!
No hidey hole
I try to run,
I try to hide,
there is no hidey hole,
he can’t find,
I peek outside,
and wave to my friends,
Shut my eyes tight,
and I’m by their side,
until he yanks my hair,
and brings me back inside.
Far away eyes,
to the ordinary eye,
safer than reality,
where we can’t be
worlds that hold,
‘For you I will’
There are several ways to lose loved ones to Domestic Violence.
I have written about one friend. This is another.
The Trail Of Tears
From the mountains,
across the sea,
through the plains,
along the beach,
they trudge endlessly,
along the trek,
through raging river,
on their shoulders,
skyhigh load unseen,
for the gates,
at his feet,
with the chisels,
for the sculpters,
as far as,
the eye can see,
over the fallen,
past the weary,
along the trail,
carved by thousand tears.
No more anti government comments from me.
I wonder why anyone would want to make any bad comments about the Papua New Guinea Government. They after all have our best interest at heart. They know all our needs and work effortlessy to provide them. That is why we voted them in.
I never met Ms.A who had a 1 week old child who was having an asthma attack and had to sit at the market with her sick child on her lap while she sold enough vegetables to make enough to catch a public transport to the nearest clinic just a few kilometres away to pay for the fee to get her child seen too. Then sat hungry for three days while her child got the treatment she needed until kind hearted people helped her out.
Ms. B who show me this a court order to go back to the man who left her 5 years ago for another woman and has not been around and is now suffering from a illness he refuses to disclose what it is to her. His other women has left.
I never met these people. In this beautiful country where our fearless leaders care for our wellbeing. These type of situations don’t exist.
Okay enough spreading the love…..what can I say it’s all good here.