Degree Woman of Enamira

This poem is a reflection of the condemnation I get as an anti-PNG writer from my own family member in Divine Word University, Theonilla Roka. Her pride, boasting, self-preservation...etc, is too great. But, that's what you get when stand up for the right of a people that have being suppressed and exploited by colonialism and Papua New Guinea.

Leonard Fong Roka

 

Not in the Bougainville war

She was born

Nor were her relatives killed by the Redskins of New Guinea;

Or her New Guinean papa killed in the name of Bougainville freedom.

No Bougainville war

She did heard when she was born

In the midst of bloodletting.

She is wisdom,

So great then the Solomon Sea only New Guinea can match and

That no women of Enamira will reach.

 

 

‘Oh you Taingku,’ she roars like the thunder in Flyingfox-land

‘You no change for Bougainville than I am

‘I am the degree to bring light to Bougainville

‘Unlike the Enamira women who is like the taro they plant—

‘Empty, grubby and stubborn hard’.

She marches high then the stilts of Diwai

And spats dirty phlegm to the eye of Enamira and laughs

To the Redskin nihilist of Bougainville she call bit of fluff,

‘Enamira is traumatized

‘Enamira is stupidly insane

‘Enamira needs a western counselor for a fantasized war robbed him mad’.

 

To the degree woman of Enamira,

Bougainville is geographically and ethnically New Guinean

Arawa was a New Guinean town

Panguna was a New Guinean mine

And Bougainvilleans were liars and thieves

Killing for no good reason each other

When New Guinea was always pure love and harmony

To their culture or identity; land and prosperity.

New Guinea was love; no cultural genocide but harmony and peace

New Guineans were bringing through their squatter settlements;

Job thieving, garden looting, women raping, murder and the blockade

Were deep gestures of sweet Redskin love and peace

For Bougainvilleans and their land.

 

 

Degree Woman of Enamira walks high; so high

Then the sky laughing,

‘Oh Taingku, you marry women scraps without university degrees

‘Like my Redskin song with a thousand degrees.

‘Sorry Taingku, why blogging and Facebooking dream politics?

‘Do you think you is change for Bougainville?

‘Sore lo yu…I am change’.

She laughs and laughs for the world to see

The cleverness she has over all

Taingku men.

 

She turns for the last spill,

‘Oh Enamira, you place of the dogs!

‘I don need you!’

 

Glossary

Enamira-my ancestral village

Taingku- my sub-clan in the greater basikang clan of Kieta