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for all my time lived in port moresby, i have been blessed with living in the most beautiful part of the city, paga hill, that overlooks ela beach and the pier of wilson’s wharf. just off the shoreline, slightly to the east, lies the island of manubada. In motu, one of the 820 languages spoken in the country, manubada literally means ‘big bird’, the name bestowed on the island because of its rich story… Read more →
Port Moresby, the capital of Papua New Guinea, has a population of just over 400,000 people. Coordinating these people through the city’s streets is no easy task, particularly with the network of streets designed long before the population boom, and the existence of only 4 traffic lights and no stop signs. What the city does have though, is a number of roundabouts and the poorly experienced drivers of PNG battle their way around them everyday. Some of the roundabouts are quite beautiful, symbols of the vibrant PNG culture, and these are some of my favourites. Read more →
My dear friend Clinton and I used to live in the fairy house, a magical space in the forests outside of Pietermaritzburg. There we created a home that was filled with giggles and dancing, warm fires and long talks, and an immense amount of love. It was indeed a magical fairy house in the forest and some of my fondest memories will forever be housed within those trees.
There’s a big difference between buying a house and owning a house. When you’re buying a house, all the things that aren’t quite right are whitewashed in this glamorous idea of how you could fix them up. When you own a house, all those things suddenly become a reality, and not only do you have to decide what you want, but you have to know how to do it. I am good at many things, but fixing things is not one of them. I’m the kind of person that when a light bulb goes out, I will very happily use a candle for the next two months until some kind person happens to be there with a light bulb and changes it. These things just aren’t within my frame of reference. I can organise an international youth conference, but I really have no idea where the milk aisle is. Read more →
Some time towards the end of 2012 I decided it would be a good idea to move to Cape Town. I wanted to buy a house and live in an interesting place, surrounded by dynamic people doing motivating things. I wanted to make roots somewhere, to have a place to come home to after travelling. Over the next couple months this feeling became stronger, and by December I started looking for a house to buy. Read more →
I met Robert Oeka in 2011. He was a driver on the Project I work on in Papua New Guinea, and was driving me through the busy streets of Port Moresby one afternoon. I was in a musical at the local theatre at the time and, terrified of my upcoming solos, was singing along to a CD in the car. Robert asked me if I liked to sing. I told him that I loved performing and while I didn’t think I was a particularly good singer, if it got me onto a stage it was certainly something I would do. Robert went on to tell me that he was a famous Papua New Guinean musician and asked if I wanted to record a song with him. I didn’t really believe him, but I gave him my number anyway, thinking what an experience it would be if it actually worked out. Later, I asked all my Papua New Guinean friends if they knew of him, and everyone replied yes, that he was indeed a well-loved singer throughout the country. Several weeks later, Robert phoned me up and said he had written a song for me to sing, and wondered if I would come to Tokorara – a ‘no-go zone’ settlement in the city – to record it. With security guards in tow, off I went one Saturday afternoon and met with him and his producers. Read more →