~ Living Above Waters ~

T he anthology that I worked on for my Creative Writing major project had to be comprised of five poems, two short stories, a play and my dad's autobiography (Part I). Creative writing was one of three electives I took from the School of Social Science and Humanities (SHSS) at the University of Papua New Guinea (UPNG). It was second semester, 2017 during my final year studies. I presented the poems to my lecturer for corrections. She asked earlier if we would bring our first drafts to her for further guidance. All my poems seemed beautiful and it even placed me to an edified excitement. The meter sounds of poetry is one thing; all of mine sounded perfectly exceptional. After having glanced through the poems just once however; my lecturer told me I went off-track. Off-track; how? I had a disoriented feeling. I was lost as I had so much confidence on my poems. I was confident that I would return with uplifting compliments; at least some words that would foster my effort on the remain

  Late Captain Sanol Kyakagen During his Pilot Training in New Zealand.  A s a first timer in POM, I didn't know a lot of places. I had no where else to go. It was around early Feb.in 2014. I got registered at school (UPNG) already, but before classes began I stayed at my Aunt’s place for a few more days.    I was so anxious that I would see the big buildings, nice cars, the famous Ela Beach and the sea and of course the whole city. I have heard a lot of nice stuffs about POM that got me restless even the night before I traveled.  Sadly however, my aunt and my uncle were both working.    We would go out in the afternoon a few times, but only for better reasons; like to buy groceries. They were both elderly and respectable and would focus more on better things than to go out for fun and see places. Since I was new, I locked myself up; water plants, watched a lot of TV programs, eat and sleep and stayed home.     In the middle of one of this big-yawn days, I had a call coming in on m

   Nothing that goes up stays there forever! Life is NOT a Competition! A Humble & Content Person always Lives a Happy Life! Y ou don't remain healthy forever! You don't remain wealthy forever! You don't remain happy forever! You have your time to lose weight! You have your time to lose health! You have your time to lose wealth! You bloom, You glow, You gloom, You will need a friend, You will need an hand, You will need a help to stand, Do NOT let your money and your wealth make you think Sky-9 is your eternal throne. NOTHING THAT GOES UP STAYS THERE FOREVER! Even the great heroes have fallen. As humans on earth, we are meant to to rise and fall. Do NOT underestimate your fellow brethren. Always Stay Humble & Happy!

When you ask them to understand you, they don't. When you ask them to feel you, they don't. When you tell the stories of your circumstances, they only feel the weight of theirs so much than yours.  The impact is meager when you tell them. Put  them at a situation where they feel you; where it open their eyes. Only then they will understand you!   I received a text few days before going for 2020 Christmas holiday; it was one of my brothers back at home. This wasn't his first-time texting me. He's been requesting for my old shoe for quite a while. One thing about people back at home is when they ask for an old or a used stuff, they actually have in their mind a new one! I explained to my brother several times that I didn't have any extra, but he insisted. I told him my old shoe was almost two years old and was slowly getting ripped off, but he still wanted it. Well, I didn't say much this time and I never replied to his text too. I told him enough. This time I kn

"Nothing could ever stand in the way of death, but My God did!" O n Thursday, the 4th of my birth month - February, 2021, I woke up to realize it was the Emergency Ward of Port Moresby General Hospital. And on the second week, it turns out that the same day is my birthday - exactly seven (7) days now from what should have been my deathday/dead-date. Should that be a coincidence? Photos of My Birthday wishes from LinkedIn connections  & the two at the top were taken when I was admitted to   Port Moresby General Hospital on the 3rd of Feb, 2021      It's creepy going down the path of death; you don't want go there.  Your hair rises, you have goosebumps all over your body. When you get down there you don't come back at all. It is a point of no return! Imagine those corps stored in the freezing mortuary at Port Moresby General Hospital right now? Would you dare wish to go have a try out for real at the stinky, dark & frosty-bound there? Surely NOT! But then on