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A Brave Spirit



I don't know how this will work. Every week I want to share the journey I have taken to be where I am now. Being a private person is an excellent thing, but it also has its challenges.

I am a bit reluctant to publish stories about my personal life. Even as I contemplate opening this page, I'm still seating on the fence, asking myself the question what good will come out of it, if I publish weekly stories about my life?

I am writing a memoir, which I hope to publish soon. As an experiment I will publish parts of the memoir on this blog to generate interests for the book before it comes out in traditional print form.

I don't really know where I am going with this. It will help me to get all the help I can get on this.

If this project is doomed before it started then at least I tried.

For what it's worth, having readers visit my blog will help spread the word from Safla Rama -- Fern Ridge that the best we can do is acknowledge the successes of our lives.

I acknowledge an inspiration for this page came from reading the life stories of a young Papua New Guinea blogger: Peter Junior Babul, whose Facebook link moved me to consider this new project.

In the brave spirit of sharing personal experiences I hope to inspire others to stay on top of the game.

In the same spirit of sharing I am launching this page on Friday 7th December 2018 @ 1pm.


Happy Reading!


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