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Marlene’s journey: A testament to human resilience & the power of storytelling

KEITH JACKSON
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Marlene
Marlene Potoura

NOOSA - Marlene Dee Gray Potoura has compressed multiple lifetimes into her 50-something years, experiencing profound challenges that would test the resilience of any individual.

As the daughter of Nehemiah Gray Potoura, the paramount chief of the Oria-speaking people in southern Bougainville, her early life was marked by stability and cultural pride.

"My father was a believer in his land," Marlene has written. "He had a heart for his people of Pauluaku, Bogisago, Rukauko, Paghui and the whole Wisai area." This deep commitment to Bougainville and the Oria people was a legacy she would inherit fully.

A bright and ambitious student, Marlene travelled to the mainland after her schooling to train as a teacher and earn a degree in education. She then returned home, eager to contribute to her community. However, her homecoming coincided with a tumultuous period—the Bougainville Civil War had erupted in 1989 and would rage for a decade.

The war's personal toll became devastatingly clear on 23 August 1993, when, despite being a supporter of Bougainville sovereignty, her father and two brothers were abducted by elements of the Bougainville Revolutionary Army. The night before, her father had instructed her mother, Margaret, to take the women to a safe hideout on his sacred land.

"We left at dusk. As we were about to go, my father told my mother that he and the boys would come to us in the morning."

Tragically, those would be his final words to the family. Despite their neutrality, Nehemiah and two of his sons were executed by revolutionary soldiers. It was a loss that would haunt Marlene profoundly for many years.

"I couldn't understand why brothers were killing brothers," she reflected. "I couldn't accept the fact that my father, who had donated his shotgun and a .22 calibre rifle to the Bougainville freedom fighters, had been killed by his own."

In the aftermath of these traumatic events, Marlene fled to Lae while the war continued. The years that followed were a crucible of grief and healing.

"For many years after, I was a wretched woman with a huge hole in my heart," she admitted. "I was very much affected by the war. These years were heartbreaking as I tried to cope. There was so much anger, and an overwhelming sadness I didn't know how to handle."

Writing became her salvation. "I found a new solace through writing and have written for the last 20 years," Marlene said. "Writing. A complete release that has made me accept and forgive those responsible."

Around 2014, I first encountered Marlene when she was running a struggling private learning centre in Lae for children aged four to 12. Her days were marathon sessions of dedication—waking at five, teaching all day, writing through the night, often not sleeping until two in the morning.

Life had again become a substantial challenge for Marlene, who, after a failed marriage, now had to raise two children, Martin and Dahlia, on her own.

Her perseverance eventually bore fruit. She began receiving recognition for her writing and was employed by Paradise College, a prestigious school in Port Moresby.

RememberingMost recently, Marlene has been honoured with a First Nation Writers Festival 2024 Book Award for her memoir, ‘Remembering, Father and Me.’

The book's judges were effusive in their praise: "Nothing to add. This is perfect work from the Greater Pacific. A memoir where every gene and nerve in the body is engaged with the story. Your bones sing and weep when you read it. Sweeping spiritual engagement and towering culture. This will go down in the history of literature everywhere as a template."

Beyond her writing, Marlene has been building expertise as a publisher, first producing books for Paradise College and now supporting other writers like Bougainvillean Alphonse Huvi.

Her ambitions continue to expand, with plans to transition into full-time online publishing and to open a bookshop in Port Moresby.

"I have been purchasing books and getting ready to open a bookshop," Marlene shared. "I can say I am around 40% ready."

Marlene’s journey—from a daughter of a paramount chief to a writer, teacher, and publisher—is a testament to human resilience, the healing power of storytelling, and the enduring spirit of community.

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Keith Jackson

Phil has written a small but perfectly formed essay. It comes complete with an elegant new idea (the Crocodile School of Literature), a powerful metaphor (writing which blends wood smoke from the village fires) and the beginnings of a descriptor of what distinguishes Papua New Guinean writing (its emotion and a gritty reality to which I would add its gutsiness, for want of a better word).

The work of Daniel Kumbon, Mathias Kin, Baka Bina and the late Francis Nii also come to mind.

And I think the work of a number of poets could be examined to determine whether there is a style or idiosyncracies which connote them as distinctly Papua New Guinean or Melanesian.

Philip Fitzpatrick

After reading this review of Marlene’s new book I was prompted to go back to Leonard Fong Roka’s “Brokenville”, his memoir of the crisis years in Bougainville.

I was not so much interested in making comparisons with Marlene’s experience but to identify commonalities in their experiences and the way in which they presented them.

At the back of my mind was another book, a work of fiction called “Mister Pip” by New Zealand author Lloyd Jones which was highly lauded and made into a film starring Hugh Laurie.

In that book a village girl creates an imaginary world which fuses the Victorian London of "Great Expectations" with the environment and people she knows in her village as a way of coping with the crisis.

I was curious about how the stark realities described by Marlene and Leonard stood up against the surreal dramatization of Lloyd’s book.

My instinct was that for pure readability Lloyd would trump both Marlene and Leonard.

To my surprise, that wasn’t what I found. “Remembering, Father and Me” and “Brokenville” stand up very well against Lloyd’s book and in some respects, such as emotional clout, are superior.

What both Leonard and Marlene’s books represent are fine examples of, for want of a better description, the Crocodile School of literature.

That is, a presentation of the realities of Papua New Guinean life in a new and particularly Papua New Guinean way.

This style of literature, I believe, largely evolved out of the short stories, essays and poetry submitted to the Crocodile Prize for Literature roughly between 2010 and 2017 and is quite distinct to anything that came before it.

Before that time Papua New Guinea writing tended to be overly literary and indebted to literary styles from outside the country, particularly Africa.

What the Crocodile Prize did was imbue Papua New Guinean writing with its own unique styles derived from its own lived grass roots experiences.

In short, it let the wood smoke from the village fires into the mix.

Just as Marlene and Leonard have done and which Lloyd could not do.

Marlene Dee Gray Potoura

WOW!
Keith, I didn't know you wrote this but thank you so much. I appreciate you for being there for me since day one.
Life is meant to be lived and I have just been doing that with support from wonderful friends like you all.
Thank you!

Ed Brumby

As a some time mentor, editor of her stories and good friend of Marlene during the past 10+ years, I can certainly vouch for her courage, her resilience, her character .... and her talent as a writer. I have no doubt that her book shop enterprise will succeed, and thrive ......

Claude

I'm glad I could help polish the article about Marlene Dee Gray Potoura.

Her story is truly remarkable, highlighting resilience, cultural identity, and the transformative power of writing in the face of profound personal tragedy.

Philip Fitzpatrick

Opening a bookshop in Port Moresby is a very, very brave thing to do Marlene.

But if anyone can do it you can. Here's hoping it becomes an institution.

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