LEONARD FONG ROKA
In the middle of this month I attended this year’s PNG Society of Writers, Editors and Publishers’ event in Port Moresby.
I wanted to meet established Papua New Guinean and Australian authors and listen to their inspirational words to help me improve in my writing.
Interestingly, this great Crocodile Prize competition is supported by the Australian High Commission but not the PNG government.
I uttered not a word! Not at all a social being, I guess.
But from my perfect world I met great writing men and women from all over Papua New Guinea. Men and women who know me as I know them only by name and not physically.
I was proud to be in the company of authors like Russell Soaba and Francis Nii; bloggers Nou Vada, Martyn Namorong and Emmanuel Narakobi; and Australian writer and big time Crocodile Prize editor, Phil Fitzpatrick. Our Keith Jackson was not present.
Whilst in the midst of Australians and other Papua New Guineans with the common interest that is literature, spills did reached my wriggling ears that the high walking Papua New Guinean employees of the Australian High Commission had plastered lips.
They were to utter no word pressing Australian national interest or they would be fired, a fellow Highlander whispered to me as a local girl passed us, poking the concrete with high-heels.
So cool was I in a perfect world of writers.
More than anything else, I did sell off to my fellow men and women who I was in character or attitude.
Many threw a light on that. ‘Mr LFR,’ they said, ‘reading you and your world we thought you were somewhat a physically an imposing being. But you are really a small man with a big mouth…’ Ha ha!
Photos: Jimmy Drekore