TANYA ZERIGA ALONE
PORT MORESBY - A champion of freedom. A man of his time, 50,000 years in the making. A man destined to preserve the dignity of a free people: a thousand primitive tribes.
Innocent, bright eyed; we blinked in the Stone Age and happened in the Modern Era.
Our forefathers could not have prepared us for this. How could they?
But God had a spear – Michael Thomas Somare was your name. SANA. Peacemaker.
Warrior pride was your inspiration. Proud. Unrepentant. Resilient.
Warrior spirit was your strength. Clear eye. Level head. Steadfast to your mission.
Chiefly heart was your power. Gentle. Humble.
Melting tribal boundaries, shifting allegiance to a one nation, a one PNG.
Like a pukpuk, you sought no approval for our existence.
Like a kumul, you sought no permission to dance.
Like a kwila, you flourished despite the sharp axe of loggers.
With vision of a challenging future, you secured our freedom.
Truly you are the Grand Chief.
In your death, we glimpse your vision. In your death, we catch your dream.
As one nation we raise our voices with conviction: “O arise all you sons of this land, let us sing of our joy to be free…….”
Our obligation now is to your dream. Because you believed in us; your sons will arise.
We salute you Papa Somare. We thank you for securing our freedom.