COMING HOME IS SOMETIMES HARDER THAN LEAVING : our heroine, the prodigal daughter, the wandering highlander islander girl, having run the world over - in 2005 returned to Papua New Guinea Proper for the first time - there she lived a little and loved a little too - in 2007 she landed Closer To Melbourne Than Madang and awoke in 2008 "The Year of Alex" - a year to Reclaim her BestSelf to be a GoodGirl to be Better to be Kinder to HurtHerself Less - by clasping her heart and veering hard left
Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money. MOLIERE
today as i was driving down hohola-way i saw through the heat-haze a solitary man wavering on the sandy side of the bitumen shore and i felt suddenly terribly sad - today i saw my uncle moses, my mothers brother, a head of his family, the leader of a tribe and today i saw him wavering on the side of a road, like he was lost
posted by highlander islander @ 13:23
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Did you help him find himself?
coursie. i spun around pronto and picked him up - he was very surprised to see me. he dont speak no english or pidgin and i dont speak no engan but i intuited and drove him to his daughters house - which also happens to be on my street.
i do love my uncle moses. he a good good man. also a very old one now.
it always catches me right in the gut when i see "older" people of mine to be vulnerable in some way.
i guess you never suspect they are real people too and capable of feeling and being "in need" and capable of being taken advantage of - its scary.
he was just out of his ples. and in someon elses city he becomes small and that was what i felt awful about. because its not true to his stature at all.
then i chastise myself - once again - for reading too muchie into everything lala.
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