~ 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