Fern Ridge (Safla Rama) Digest

With the New Year 2021 I have several projects that I want to do.  The first one is to  update my blog every week. Second, I want to explore new horizons in online publishing and editing.  Third, I want to see how I can use this platform to promote my writing and books. I will launch soon a work of non fiction, a personal development book, and a book of motivation for those who follow my writing and ideas. Follows of Stevens Window in The National will welcome this book. Keep an eye out for Imagination is Everything . 

Muschu and Kairiru Island from Boutique Hotel, Wewak Hill An excerpt below is a teaser of the forthcoming personal memoir.... We were excited, sad, and also afraid of the journey. There were a lot of people on Wom Beach that day. The crowd was there to see the journey we were to take across the sea to the island known as Kairiru. Most of the year seven boys on the school barge had never been on a boat, let alone have any experience of the sea. The atmosphere was one of anxiety, despair, and trepidation. We just imagined where we were going to on this first boat trip. Our parents probably held their own fears at bay about releasing us off to a strange place. We held on to anything on the boat that can keep us steady and safe.   The moment I stepped onto the school barge I knew the journey to the world beyond familiar shores had begun. I was excited more than worried, as might have been the case with many of the new faces I was on the boat with. I was fortunate that I ha...

Panel : Kneeling: Dr. Linus Digim'Rina and Dr. Michelle Rooney, standing from left Dr. Orovu Sepoe, Steven Winduo, Ms. Vanessa Uiari, and Dr. Stephanie Lusby.  Photo Credits:  Almah Tararia Valuing destabilization, resistance, and agency in a continuing and changing Papua New Guinean Anthropology, [Roundtable] Panel 09 at conference AAS2019: Values in Anthropology, Values of Anthropology In my mind the issue on agency is so critical here. I am an agent in both worlds. I am trained in Western theories, histories, and cultures. I have read Ancient Greek Philosophies, European literatures going as far as Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey, Medieval literature via the works of Chaucer, the 16 th -18 th Century British literature, Modern writers in the likes of William Butler Yeates, James Joyce, Ezra Pound, and T. S. Eliot to American, Canadian, New Zealand, and Australian literatures. I have studied courses in cultural studies, literary theory, Anthropology, American studies, lin...

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 ...