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TICK TOCK #2

TICK-TOCK

Quick check for dirty spots

TICK-TOCK

Another quick mop

TICK-TOCK

Must make sure the toothbrushes are in their assigned spots

TICK-TOCK

he’s on the dot

TICK TICK K-A-B-O-O-M

I… forgot to clean the clock

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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 #$%&*.

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Attemped Coup in Papua New Guinea

To my dear Jen and all my friends.

I am fine. We all are. I have been sitting monitoring all day glued to the TV and listening to the radio. When I got an email about Jen’s new post on her blog http://steponacrack.wordpress.com

Thank my dear dear friend for your prayers and thoughts.

I deleted the first post I wrote upon advice to tread carefully.  I was told  not to incit worry and panic.  If anything deleting the post incited more worry then writing it. I should have known better.  To my friends overseas I am sorry. 

Yesterday there was an attempt coup.

These are links that Jen had on her blog,

Soldiers oust PNG defence chief amid power struggle

Mutiny Leader Demands New Papua New Guinea Gov’t

While they say it is over, in Papua New Guinea you learn early on in life to expect the unexpected. So I’ll wait to see what happens.

I sit here wondering how long my fellow country men & women will take it before they start doing instead of watching. It doesn’t take long for unrest to spread.

Two men fighting over who is the Prime Minister while a country needs to be run..total rubbish.  

Thank you for your prayers. Yesterday we prayed as well over the phones, with our neighbours and with our families.

The clowns

Up on the tree sits several clowns,

bring them down,

oh bring them down,

minions sit at their feet,

catering for their every whim,

swinging from tree to tree,

at the stump,

faceless weep,

in the villages,

in the streets,

begging for their every need,

Up on the tree sits several clowns,

bring them down,

oh bring them down.

In all honesty I am so deeply angry and I think a lot of my fellow country people are as well.

May God be with you always.

Thank you again,

Maiya

In the name of discipline

 

In the name of discipline

From curtain rod holders,

a six-year old swings,

On a chair a policeman sits,

shaking his head in disbelief,

He moves away to stop the itch,

to untie the baby hanging from two strings,

sand-filled buckets weighing down his feet,

bruises covering every inch,

ribs jutting out through his skin,

The neighbor says, “I had to ring,

when the child was nowhere to be seen

don’t know where his daddy’s been.”

Cop walks out taking his momma in,

She explains, “he always been a difficult kid,

so I was only giving him some discipline.”

iyabara©2010

Children are a gift from God!  They should be loved and cherished .

Homecoming

The sea breeze whispers as it sweeps by,

The sun tiptoes across the skyline,

Orange streaks shoot out across the sky,

The sea slaps on beach as if to say hi,

Coconut leaves rustle greeting as I walk by,

A red stained smile makes my heart jump in reply,

Tears run down rheumy eyes,

“You came,” he whispers in this beautiful language of mine,

Wonderful shaky old calloused hands reach out,

They hold my hands and trace nose, mouth and eyes,

The scent of sea, wood smoke and freshly cut wood swirl together deliciously,

All around birds, children, insects and people speak,

No jarring noise just blending perfectly,

Sago thatched roofs bring back memories,

Black palm walls achingly familiar,

White coral crunches as I sit,

Small, hard leathery palms touch and squeeze my feet,

And wipe away my tears,

As she whispers softly,

“I knew you would come back to me.”

iyabara©2010

This poem came about one day when I was homesick. I sat for ages yearning to go home.

I yearn for home but there is nothing there for me so I guess town is where I will live and die.