With the flutist, Father Gregory Holonga up at the Tower Top Lookout. Wewak, ESP! In writing my memoir I reflect on the journey I took to be here. In 55 years I have lived on this earth I was blinded by the negative experience of childhood to see the commitment, sacrifices, and selfless person my father is in my life. He did things his way to see that my sibling and I were successful in our lives in later years. Little acknowledgment did I give the man who is my father, who is now 80 plus years old and is still around. Gregory Huiniyayekn Holonga, my Father, is the epitome of a silent dream. He did not show it but he had our dreams wrapped around him all along. He expressed this through different ways. I was enrolled in the best government school in Wewak in the 1970s. He let me wait outside the Bishop’s house if he was still driving the Bishop’s car, doing the mission runs to the post office for mail, or loading and off-loading construction materials to various sites wher
Chronicles the stories of education, books, writing, and reading in the life of Steven Edmund Winduo, PNG writer extraordinaire, literacy advocate, social literary activist, literary scholar, & teacher. Fern Ridge is a translation of Safla Rama, where home is for SEW.