Something for History
The night of 15 September 1975 - where was Sir Michael camping, what was he thinking and just who was with him? Papua New Guinean was united on that night and PANGU was the name, waiting for the dawn of a new nation.
The old Davara hotel, what is now Ela beach is an old camping ground for the old man in POM ( not sure but that was where Sir Michael was on Nov 1 for Melbourne cup :))
Fast forward 37 years in Independent PNG politics, 3 heart surgeries, and about 4 successive terms as PM later....he is camping at Ela Beach still (some place which house whisphers of the past dont change). And this night/morning he is with his generals, some of whom has smeared his name and integrity. The nation is asleep with division and confusion. Yes he has some blood on his hands, unfinished business and bad decisions that led his children to fight amongst themselves and quarell with foreigners over land and resources. But oh he may be in his sick bed but his time is not yet up.
Some of his children deserted him and like Absalom went to the city gates prematurely looking for approval among the people, when David was in his sickbed...they plot to overthrow him when he was down and dormant...they seek to kill him before his time, they go look for prophets to lay their hands on them....they go to the massess and sit on cane chairs and allow themselves to be exalted, they get drunk and invite their friends over and try to shift followers of sacred covernant to their side,..they promise those who follow them wealth and try to plunder the supply house of this nation to buy loyalty. Their lust for blood and power make them walk at night to look for the common seal of approval from a high priest who is confused and uncertain about his own future..
Come morning and the old man will rise...and Absalom will go....He is not history yet until his time come to its end. He will go. In his time.
This morning is still his season...old and frail as he is...camping in his old grounds, yet again waiting for morning to take over the reigns for the last time...
We will miss you Sir Michael. Thank you for uniting Sepik and Papua New Guinea and giving us faith in ourself as a nation. May God be with you in this last journey of leading this country and give you peace. Let your heart not be troubled and bitter, for you were made for this season, for a time such as this. Peace.
The old Davara hotel, what is now Ela beach is an old camping ground for the old man in POM ( not sure but that was where Sir Michael was on Nov 1 for Melbourne cup :))
Fast forward 37 years in Independent PNG politics, 3 heart surgeries, and about 4 successive terms as PM later....he is camping at Ela Beach still (some place which house whisphers of the past dont change). And this night/morning he is with his generals, some of whom has smeared his name and integrity. The nation is asleep with division and confusion. Yes he has some blood on his hands, unfinished business and bad decisions that led his children to fight amongst themselves and quarell with foreigners over land and resources. But oh he may be in his sick bed but his time is not yet up.
Some of his children deserted him and like Absalom went to the city gates prematurely looking for approval among the people, when David was in his sickbed...they plot to overthrow him when he was down and dormant...they seek to kill him before his time, they go look for prophets to lay their hands on them....they go to the massess and sit on cane chairs and allow themselves to be exalted, they get drunk and invite their friends over and try to shift followers of sacred covernant to their side,..they promise those who follow them wealth and try to plunder the supply house of this nation to buy loyalty. Their lust for blood and power make them walk at night to look for the common seal of approval from a high priest who is confused and uncertain about his own future..
Come morning and the old man will rise...and Absalom will go....He is not history yet until his time come to its end. He will go. In his time.
This morning is still his season...old and frail as he is...camping in his old grounds, yet again waiting for morning to take over the reigns for the last time...
We will miss you Sir Michael. Thank you for uniting Sepik and Papua New Guinea and giving us faith in ourself as a nation. May God be with you in this last journey of leading this country and give you peace. Let your heart not be troubled and bitter, for you were made for this season, for a time such as this. Peace.
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