When the dust settles and the last horse is traded

The main road into my fathers village in 2004, which today remains unchanged.

When the dust settles from the polling booths and the last horse has been traded, we will then require for this country a group of men and women in Parliament to truly understand what it means to break from the turmoil of the last 37 years.

Our on going turmoil is of course expected, we were dragged out of the jungles to face the glare of development and we have struggled to cope.Yet on many levels we have survived, especially for a people that are separated from their tribal past by only 3 to 4 generations.

So here we are today, an Island of Gold floating on a Sea of Oil with a people getting high from the Gas in the mountains.

We have survived our internal issues thus far, but when can we stop just surviving to begin to truly live? We have no excuses left, we have no one new to blame, it is now just you and me and our resources with the world snapping out our feet to take a bite.

Everything big takes small steps, a river starts with one drop and so the road to change will not be super, big, sexy, awesome and exciting. No unfortunately it will be plain old boring hard work.

Turn up to work, turn up to school. Work Hard and most of all hassle, bother and harass your elected members for the boring things that make life work, like water, education, roads and hospitals.

Yes the big change we want will be boring, but that’s the foundation we need for anything to grow and blossom on top of that. If we can all do the boring stuff and save our resources and plan and educate ourselves over the next 10 years. Then 7 million people from 800 languages will finally be able to hold their heads up high for 1 nation called Papua New Guinea.

6 thoughts on “When the dust settles and the last horse is traded

      1. The trading of the horses reminds me of the ‘goings on’ after the 1972 election. I’d earlier been involved in helping to develop the Constitution of the National Party with people like Paul Pora and Luke Sela, and watched [from the outside] the carrying-on at Barry Holloway’s place at Hohola with interest, as it was planned that I would work in the office of either Thomas Kavali or Iambakey Okuk [no Royal honours for politicians in those days] after the dust in the sale-ring settled.

        It didn’t hurt that I’d known Michael Somare since 1963 and Cecil Abel from about the same time.

        Well, it was Thomas I worked for as he was appointed Minister for Works. I set up his office and trained William Wi and then gracefully returned to my departmental job, which at that time was in Localisation.

        I was later to undertake a similar task for the unforgettable Pita Lus – never a dull moment with him!

        But the point is the shoving of the patos and the trading of the equines of many colours, isn’t it. I watch the blog with interest every day.

        Remember the so-called Chinese proverb: MAY YOU LIVE IN INTERESTING TIMES!

      2. Thanks for sharing that, I know its part of the game…but can the game be improved at all to at least produce tangible results

      3. Maybe Julia Gillard can give some hints on forming a government from a grab-bag of assorted interests?

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