This time your leave us for the Ramu forever. May you take that mighty dugout of yours and paddle steadily on your journey.
I see you with that dirty white t-shirt with the sleeves cut out. That’s Poin. Bare footed… But this time, without a care. Unburdened. Untroubled by the pains of this world.
I write this not as an obituary. For your passing is insignificant. What is death anyway for a warrior of the Ramu and defender of Melanesian land? It is but a passage to another life.
I write this as a celebration of your life, Mr. Chairman. I choose to think about Poin Casper – the funny, the serious, the passionate and the fighter.
I choose to think about the fun moments and conversations.
You never liked tinned fish. So the guys would make an effort, or so they told me, to buy Ox & Palm or tulip on patrols. (Talk about being picky, phew!). You never minced your words. Always direct. Always honest and blunt.
There is no other guy I know who, in the heat of the moment, could say “F##king a##holes!” with such force and cause the foundations of Waigani and the MCC HQ to rattle and shake. That was always a classic line… and I waited for it before I burst out laughing.
You are a bloody crazy dude! And I mean crazy of the highest order.
To others, you were a guy who talked a lot about things that “should be left alone.” Unwavering in your resolve. You challenged community leaders to look beyond the money and the cargo. Sometimes, there was a hint of insecurity… about what to do… what to say. But you always found a way.
Today, through the people who worked and lived with you as your family and friends, We see your spirit and determination.
We still have a lot of work to do, our Warrior brother from the Ramu. But you can rest easy knowing that whatever you could have said to the young people trained, you have said. And what you want to say, We will continue to say for you.
Em tasol, Chairman, Lukim yu bihain.