As a youngster of age 9, in 1988, I was jubiliating with pride when my uncle David Perakai and the other militants, especially in 1989, came for a visit and recreation at the Kaino care centre outside Arawa. The whole populace would feed and clothe them. In return they would tell us their tales of hard life in the jungles around the great Panguna mine.
After a week with us they would then return back to Panguna to fight without the a farewell. In the morning, I would ask, 'And uncle David'. All I got from the elders was, 'Your uncle will come soon.'
This were the lost days, when every person in Bougainville was behind the militants. Today, things have just gone wrong. Bougainville is divided.
Our Bougainville, has so many factions that we ought to deal with if we are progress forward. We have so many conflicting Meekamui groups. Koike and his men doing a little bit blood letting in Buin. Uma and his gang politking in Kieta, as Musinku, operating his kingdom in Siwai and many more.
These, all will end. There is nothing that does not have its death. But, as Bougainvilleans, are we learning from all these in preparation of building a better Bougainville?
The Kietas of Central Bougainville have a proverb: mushroom sprouts from the rot. This literally mean that, a good comes from what is considered bad.
Our problems must not just be ignored, but must be used for the betterment of tomorrow. Such chaotic situations will have our people better persons who will reject further problems.
Problems are our tools of change.
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