Here's an excerpt of a short story I wrote after one of our many trips to my wife's village which will give you an idea of what the tribal thing means to me. The full story can be read by clicking on the following link which will take you to my
blog"The men from Kaubasis" (written 18/7/2006)
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Back in 1988 I marched with a group of aboriginals from Central Station to Hyde Park. Not sure what the purpose of the march was, such a long time ago. Something to do with the Bicentennial celebrations in Sydney. The march converged and gathered in Hyde Park, there were speakers and dancing and also music. Some tribal folks had come in from the bush for the occasion. What I witnessed that day back in 1988 will always remain with me. The solidarity, the oneness and the interconnection of the tribal folk. I saw it and felt it, deep in the gut, I cried. The tears fell as I grieved for a belonging that I never knew. As the tribals got up and started to leave for their waiting buses, I felt a presence slowly dissipate and leave. The strength of these tribal men was awesome, I felt it, I experienced it.
On that day in Hyde Park back in 1988, a dream was born. That one day I might experience and be a part of a tribe, a clan. For 20 years I held on to that dream, for 20 years I yearned for belonging, to be a part of and to contribute to something larger than me. Coming to PNG has enabled this dream to be realized.
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