Story of a little jewel
23 July 2015
JIMMY DREKORE
It fell from heaven
Slipped from the hands of the gods
But didn’t land on the floor
It was too precious to be smashed
The angels caught it
They told Wilhelm
The king of the land
To treasure it
To embrace it
For it belonged to the gods
King Wilhelm was proud
He wore it as his necklace
To show the world
This gift from the gods
This precious little jewel
Where he kept it he stationed guards
Elimbari to the east
Wikauma to the south
Digine to the west
Himself to the north
He allowed Wara Simbu to polish it
To give it its shine
Inspected by the sun
And judged by the moon
To hold his promise to the gods
This little jewel
This precious little jewel
A gift from the gods
To the king of the land
Is my home town - Kundiawa
Why not give it the indigenous name, Jimmy? Even wikipedia recognises it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Wilhelm
The names we used to call our places - what's in a name, except that which we choose to name things...
It's the choice and our own voice.
Posted by: Galikeo Ramita | 26 July 2015 at 04:17 AM
Wow, very well written poem.
Posted by: Mary Eugenia Popui | 23 July 2015 at 12:44 PM