By Frank Makanuey

A long time ago when I was going to school at Badihagwa High School in Hanuabada.I used to catch the bus from Hohola where we lived. In those days NCDC had a bus service and Bus Depot was located at the end Hanuabada village close to the School.
One morning I was a little bit late. When I came out of my house the bus was already at the bus stop. I ran as fast as I could to catch it. My father had given me 10 toea for bus fare and I had it in my shirt pocket but when I ran to catch the bus I did not realize that it had fallen out. When I got on the bus imagine my horror and embarrassment to discover that the 10toea had fallen out of my pocket. I bowed my head almost in shame because I was the last person to get on and everyone in the bus were all seated and looking at me.

As I turned to get off the bus a Motuan lady sitting next to the driver who was from Kerema and said in Motu that she would pay for me. She had given the driver a K5 note when she got on and the driver did not have enough money to give her change but said he would do so when she gets off the bus. By then the driver would have enough money from bus fare he collects.
Anyway this kind lady got off in town and the driver gave her the change. She came around to the window where I was sitting gave me 50toea. I tried to say thank you but at that instance the bus took off.
That day I had a decent lunch. A meat pie coast 10 toea and a bottle of coke was also 10 toea too.
I never really got around to say thank you to the lady. She only got in the bus that day because her fathers truck broke down. Anyway when the truck was fixed she never got on the bus again.
About 7 months ago when I was in ICU in the hospital and in Ward 8 I saw her again after so many years. She was a cancer patient. I recognize her despite the way she looked because of the illness. I thought about her random act of kindness all those years ago and I really felt I needed to say thank you.
I asked my son to go to the ATM to get some money. I put the money in the envelope. When she was alone without a guardian I walked over in my crutches and said hello. I asked her if she remembered me. She could not remember me. I recounted the bus fare story and told her where she lived in Hohola.
After that she remembered. We talked for a bit despite the obvious pain in her face from the cancer. The nurse came around gave her a shot of morphine to ease the pain. I gave her the envelope and said thank you. I told her I never forgot what she did to me.
A week later she died. I was relieved I said thank you even in such an awkward place and circumstances.
My father was struggling to make ends meet. With a salary of K35.00 for being the Mess Supervisor at Gordons Police Barracks. Ten toea was only what he could afford to give me for bus fare to school. I never had sny lunch money.
So when the lady paid my bus fare and then gave me 50 toea. I felt good. I had money in my pocket and I felt rich.


  1. Thanks for sharing bro..saying thank you is always a feeling of satisfaction ..there are many people in our lives that we dont have a chance of saying thank you ..


  2. Awesome story.


  3. I love this story so much…Badihgwa, while the lunch was cheap in those days, we still ate green mangoes on broke days….


  4. Onya Heavy D, now that's what made you an ori tumas boss when you took me in as a fledgling Payroll Clerk, endorsed all my In-house Supervisory and Management Training… kept me level-head and grounded under your Management of Air Niugini Salaries & Systems back in the early 90's… fostered further value-added integral human developement and egged me on as an Aviator in the face of negativities and the company cultural mindset in those early days, hats off to ya, kudoz to yupla Hokz Makanuey Boys and much respect na love for Fada Mak & Ma Jane for staunchly instilling in you the proactive spirit of kindhearteness, with an empathetic humility bourne from the rough and tough life experience… sorely lacking both locally and globally in humanity and leadership perspective… Terimah kasih besar dan banyak blessing untuk familimu !!!


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