~ Living Above Waters ~

  T he entire period of July to August, 2017, was messily fitful. A tensed sphere of dilemma gave rise to the surge of tempering electoral processes, illegal signing of writs, double declarations, luring out MPs of one political party to another and even hijacking some by force upon arrivals at the Jacksons Airport. It was the eve of government formation. Hon. Dr. Tom Lino at the newly constructed Wabag to Maramuni Road site.   The previous government, before 2017 National Election, went through a lot of hurly-burlies that conditioned people to have preexisting crave for a better leadership. Sadly however, our MPs never had guts to see that hunger in their people. They only used it as bate to lure votes. The people of PNG and the world watched with intense anxiety to see who the next Prime Minister was. Fortunate for the opposition but sadly to be unsuccessful sooner, the team against the rise of previous regime had a total of 46 MPs at the Kokopo Camp. The number was expected to ris

A broken heart has a wound that nothing heals. Just leave it to the healing hands of Time! I s there anything that’s entirely hidden in today’s era? It’s quite hard to say 'no' while denying reality. Lately I’ve seen a friend going restlessly blaring. I've figured things aren’t going well with her. Anyone could have noticed that, it’s obvious.  It’s becoming a trend in this age that we don’t hold things back; we don’t ask for permission; we don’t wait. Maybe we’ll apologize later. All we want is to first jump in. We have developed an emotion that drives our breath so restless to throw up anything out of our mouths.  It’s quite funny, yet it is just how it is – this is happening and maybe we’ll have to leave with it. In relationship especially, when it is broken the next moment both or one of the partners become the wisest person ever, teaching all that wonderful stuffs in social media. Staying up restless, posting one shit after another keeps the person busy till dayb

A lot of people lived in the world. But only a few people have actually lived. Those that lived are the ones who had their stories written, not by themselves, but by those who learned from them to live their own lives! Picture of a fully matured tree. A very important question asked to begin with is, “do I control my life, or my life controls me?” Jack Canfield – an American author and a motivational speaker once said “you only have control over three things in your life – the thoughts you think, the images you visualize, and the actions your take.” It's sure to be informed that the loss of governance over thoughts, views and actions is the loss of the entire existence. Thus, it's now urging to share deliberations on courses navigated by deluded thoughts and conceptions in the contemporary era to help it abated. In today's education, a budding high-school junior hops study programs for the most approved. The low seems lower. It feels disappointing to be at the earth

Have I preserved anything for better, or do I have to now? W hile this thoughtful mind ponders through high and low, sketching out the momentous adventures of this journey, heavy splashes of gladness fills my eyes. Let me take a look at it; isn’t that colorful – the photo! I see a story painted with varieties of incredible colorants - resentment, frustrations, and headaches, yet together with determination for success. Getting sprinkled with chilly fogs of gloomy mornings every day wasn’t so easy. It’s hurting. Living to be faced with another set of puzzles every year beginning – having an unsettle mind thinking of who would settle my fees for the next study year? It always has been an ongoing trauma. We couldn't really have a person to be blamed for this. Being born of poor parents wasn’t ours to decide, but it made most things difficult. There’s nothing from behind we could have had our grips on. Thinking of how it would be, or who would complete the next set of

What is PLESS MAN? M ost Papua New Gunieans use the expression ‘Pless Man' - it's a PNG-Pidgin phrase used too often to express our feelings, especially when we are sympathetic of or to criticize another person of his/her conditions or appearance. Literally, it means a ‘Village Man,' but it is completely different how we use it and what we mean most often. Figuratively I would say it means primitive/illiterate/stupid/foolish/etc. The situation at which or that prompts the expression to be used determines its connotation. I had an encounter at Mt. Hagen Airport a few months ago in which the phrase was used on me by some beautiful ladies - I was called a Pless Man.   I don't know if I was really that rushing. Something terrible happened. I had about thirty (30) minutes to board for my flight to return to POM after attending my dad's funeral. It was in July, 2019 at Mt. Hagen Ples Balus.  I walked passed these girls after I've checked in. They were

I  never thought someone would write a good story about me. It wasn't possible to imagine from where I was. Human perceptions were so thick. My mind was narrowed to believe who most people said I was. I thought I was unable and couldn't be any better, but it all was a lie. I know everyone has a story to tell; a story of some amazing or terrible stuffs happened that shaped their lives to be who they are today. At least I have lived and with one part of my life, proved the world wrong when it said I couldn't be any better. This helped me to build an attitude that never agrees to accept when anyone tells me that I can't. Click on the link here to grab a piece of my story published by someone Daniel Kumbon:   https://www.pngattitude.com/2018/05/i-didnt-know-my-dad-and-then-you-published-his-photograph.html   During my graduation: photo taken after receiving my degree paper at UPNG. ....20/04/2018 Passion & Commitment of the blogger -  YokAlip Kyak.

I published this piece on the 16th of September 2019, on Facebook  to commemorate the very special  day on which Papua New Guinea Got Independence from its  colonizer - Australia.   Today I decided to publish it again on my blog to have it kept in my blog archive.  I know you have your own story of when and how you understood about the independence. Write your own story and be grateful that you're independent. God Bless the Reader,  God Bless PNG.   T his smile is satirical somewhat yet agitating. It’s clumsy. My head hangs on an entirely embarrassed body. You don’t simply grasp how it touches when you look back at your silly moments, do you? This day reminds me of my past. Did they know; did their parents tell them? How could those kids of my age talk about it? I was muddled. It’s gotten tensed. Artworks stood emblematic, the atmosphere there was utterly lively. Enthralling melodies jingled through the airwaves. Blues and gloom faded. The chanting whistles of encircling hil