A journey not for the faint of heart| By Pisai Gumar

I read the two daily newspapers each day  and  feel a hole  in my kind heart


It is no faint hearted human’s walk to interior of  Kokosan & Damet villages. The journey took over two days beginning at Torowa, Upper Erap, Nawaeb District  in Morobe.

The villages  share inter-district borders with Sapmanga in  Kabwum & Wantoat.

I walked, walked & walked. Up & down steep mountains, around & around steep cliffs, down & across fast flowing streams that find their way crashing down into Erap River  and  gushing down against huge boulders to marry with Markham River.

Through the  green coffee gardens decorated by red berries, I kept walking. In some coffee  gardens, the aromatic perfume from newly blooming   flowers filled my nostrils.

The smells kept up my strength and kept my  mind awake, although my ankles were  already exhausted. My toenails  and the  soles of my feet rubbed against rocky pathways causing  blisters.  Blood oozed. My feet trembled  and my  body felt like it was about to fall down when krusako leaves trapped my legs. 

Yet I pursued this interesting experience for four  reasons: 

1. To experience & explore hardships in remote areas and meet people who struggle to live with it.

2. See the source of mighty Busu & Erap Rivers that split & find their own ways down… The Busu ending at  Wagang (Sipaia) & Erap into Markham river.

3. To spend five  days  of  2016 Christmas  with  the Kokosang people.

4. To meet and  elder (pictured)  who I wrote about  two years earlier in mid 2014.

 I read the two daily newspapers each day  and  feel a hole  in my kind heart, when politicians make a  mockery of the people   saying:  “…The health delivery system is okay… drugs & TFF, school materials are reaching schools…” Or   “…we’ve committed this much to construct this/that road. It will improve/develop people’s wellbeing…”

In actual fact, the picture depicts real struggles in our rural Papua New Guinea.

Many still haven’t seen a vehicle tyre, nor even the tyre tracks on mud.

One wonders how the mothers give birth.   Which aid posts do they go to for family planning?  Where do kids go to school?

Despite the odds, you will find  Church buildings t in the middle of all these villages.

God Bless my heart for Morobe & Papua New Guinea!

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