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Late Captain Sanol Kyakagen During
his Pilot Training in New Zealand. |
As 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 my phone. It
was from a new number. I never had a lot of people’s contacts or neither did
many have mine. I didn’t expect a lot of calls those days. Out of curiosity I
quickly tapped on the answer key to know who it was.
As I placed the phone closed to my right ear, the first word
came through was “Kami (brother).” It was clearly from a guy, but the voice was
quite unrecognizable. I couldn't quickly tell who it was. I asked if it was someone I knew, or was a
relative?
He (the person called) didn’t give me a positive response
yet, not as quickly as I wanted to hear. He tried to bring me back to a point where he got my contact digits. He asked if
I remembered us being together in my place in 2013 Christmas? And finally
he went on and asked “Kami, Namb Willie Kaimining Andak Hul Kandep Kareyaban
Dok Masyilyip Daah?”
This made me remember everything at once and of course knew
who was on the phone too. I deeply apologized for not picking up his voice
quickly. I felt so down. Realizing it was actually him making the effort to
call made me so humble.
Frankly, I couldn’t really believe that he called. He's not the kind of person you would want for him to call while you wait. He was a man of respectable traits. He said
he was calling to find out if I was free so he could take me out to go around
and see places. Following captures a few pieces of our conversation that day that lingers fresh as if it went down just yesterday; number of years gone never erase a good memory.
Him: Kami, you free or doing something?
Me: Kami, mi slip kirap lo house tasol ya.
Him: Aiyooo, Kaimi Nabaen Yarae eret. Wanpla kisim you raun
lo city finish too or nogat?
Me: Kaimi nogat ya. Bel sigirap stret lo go tasol hard ya. Mi
no save lo ples too na stap tasol lo house .
Him: Now yet you stap lo where?
Me: Me stap lo wanpla ples ol kolim Korobosea, but mi no
klia tumas how lo givim details. Em mas
sampla ap beksait lo bikpla hausik ating.
Him: Okay my brother, now worries. I know where that is. Come out to somewhere I can
see you.
....anyway, to cut it all short he came in a gray car (Toyota Camry) and
picked me up. Now I know it was 2mile road that we went down through Koki and Badili to downtown. He showed me
where Koki Market was, the famous Ela Beach and downtown and its pretty tall
buildings. We kept moving and drove passed Konedobu to Hola through poreporena freeway.
As we took on the free way, the car picked up on its speed so strangely. There were no gear shifts. I wondered how that was possible. To a village guy who just moved in to Port Moresby, this was thoroughly an unusual thing happened. I used to think every car, big or small, has the same transmission sets (first to fifth).
I sat nearside him and looked at his lags, his harms and his face back and forth and again. He barely touched
the gear. His both hands were on the steering wheel and eyes focused on the road. The roaring engine on the mountain affirmed that one of his legs was on the accelerator crushing it. But I was still confused how! I was on board a few times when my aunt was driving, but clearly I never noticed this one.
"Kami, how is that possible; you're kind of putting me through a lot of questions" I asked. I further asked if he could tell me why the car just gassed-up without having the gears shifted. He just laughed and laughed again. He finally looked at me and said "Kaim, Welcome to Port Moresby."
Late Captain Sanol Kyakagen was a great young man of super leadership qualities. He had a lot of friends; some of whom were of very low standards, but he never cared. He would treat everyone in a way where those around him feels equally accepted. In his stunning charm, you would share your thoughts, crack jokes and laugh out loud freely. He was surely on his way up to flying above the horizons. So sadly however; he went to his eternal sleep - the most painful thing ever happened that left everyone whom he loved & treasured in so much pain and heartbroken.
Death is indeed a painful intruder. It only leaves us brokenhearted in great agony. A lot of people say time heals and yes it does. But what it doesn't are the memories created; they linger forever. Late Captain S. Kyakagen had a lot of memories with his family members and and friends on which as they ponder they shed tears.
To me, I can't easily forget that fine day when he lit up the whole world. I can't forget the expression when he said "Kaim, Welcome to Port Moresby." He was the first guy who showed me that automatic transmission cars exist. And of course he was the first to show me many parts of Port Moresby too.
Every time I see an automatic transmission car or when someone talks about it, or when I travel down or up the poreporena freeway that endless simper on his face gets played in my mind over and over again. Our best moment was about 7 years ago, but it still lingers fresh and it ever will like it happened only yesterday. Not only this in me, but I hope you have left thousands of memories in the hearts of many.
KAMI NABAEN AMEH, REST EASY IN ETERNAL PEACE 😠ðŸ˜ðŸ’”💔
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