Leonard Fong Roka
In 2002, standing on
the golden beaches of Lontis on the northern tip of Buka Island, my eyes did
not see New Britain nor New Ireland or Manus. In 2005, standing on the romantic
beaches of Olava in Buin, I was shocked by what I saw; a peaceful complete
Northern Solomons of jet-black people!
Bougainville south islands |
Taking a boat trip
across the evil international border to Ovau and looking back at Bougainville, my
island was so beautiful and playful to
its little children like Ovau, Choiseul, and Shortland Island and so on.
I was sad and sick of
the of the indoctrination my people are still subjected to by the laws and
institutions of the Papua New Guineans that rule our island and the Solomon
Islands that exploit Western Province and Choiseul Province and give back
nothing to my black people.
But then I knew deep
in my broken heart that, Ovau is my island.
Ovau is my Island
Ovau is my
island.
Torau Bay
knows that; Olava knows that; thus,
Moisuru and
Tokuaka longs to hear that song of re-union.
Kamaleai
knows that; Ghaomai knows that; thus, Harehare loves to see that marriage
Of long lost
lovers of Solomon.
Toumoa knows
that; Kariki knows that; thus, Birambira waits to cuddle the fruits
Of that love
long denied by oppressors of the nation, Northern Solomon.
Nukiki knows
that; Poroporo knows that; Malivanga knows that; thus, Polomai
Is willing
to nurture that love that is,
Ovau is my
island.
No comments:
Post a Comment