By PAUL OATES
Finschhafen kiap (patrol officer) of that period
Mid way through 1970, it came time for the annual
Lae Show and this was something the DC (district commissioner) , Bill (Father)
Seale gave much attention to.
Kukukuku (Menyamya) warrior |
It was a splendid opportunity for each sub district
to display the craft and produce of their region. Each sub district was
required to submit a display and most of the liklik kiaps (patrol officers) were required to provide some sort
of supervision for those who were attending.
Many of us were also, by default, required to help
organise our sub district display.
The prestige of winning the sub district display
was, we discovered, much sought after and competition between some sub district
exhibits was fierce.
Display at the 1970 Lae stall |
Various show
committees had been preparing for months but to many of us “Johnny come lately’
this was a new experience.
So there we were, three liklik kiaps from the Finschhafen sub district, who had been
extracted from our stations, flown to Lae at short notice and told we were to
organise our exhibit.
I remember
arriving at the showground, showing my police warrant card to get in to the
showgrounds and being met with a mountain of produce, various exhibits
including a live tree kangaroo in a wire fronted box and a group of Tami Island
wood carvers.
Tami Island carvers |
A large display stand had been allocated for our use
and we observed other field staff busily erecting their own sub district
exhibits in stands nearby.
Having visited the Sydney Royal Easter Show in my
youth, my artistic temperament came to the fore and I suggested we collect all
the fruit and vegetables from the sub district that had been piled in a heap at
the front of the stand, and separate it into groups of various colours and
sizes. We could then place this fruit and vegetables into various geometric
patterns on the stand.
So for the want of any other direction or even a
better idea, this we started to do.
At that point, some Kukukuku warriors in full dress
suddenly intervened.
Their sub district (was it Wau or Menyamya?), had
brought these blokes as part of their display. The ‘Kuks’ as everyone else
referred to them as, (although I understand this was originally a derogatory
term in their language meaning muruk/cassowary), decided to stage an impromptu singsing rehearsal.
Kukukuku warriors at the 1970 Lae show |
To anyone who
has never seen or was stationed in a Kukukuku region, their form of singsing is
quite different from other areas.
Firstly, they
did not use drums (kundu) and instead
of having eloquent head dresses, costumes and dance steps evident in other
areas, they would grab their weapons and men and women would all run around in
a circle yelling “Eyahh…yah…yah…’ in a high pitched yell.
We didn’t hear that initial cry however we did hear
the result.
There was a sudden rumble, not unlike a guria (earthquake), a great cloud of
dust and within 30 seconds, the whole area cleared of people.
A few heads were then observed peering around
corners and down from their vantage points in the nearby trees, all with
apprehensive expressions on their faces.
The kiaps
in charge of the ‘Kuks’ then told them to ‘settle down’ and we all got back to
our preparations.
After a while, people started to appear again but
there was an initial nervous scampering between vantage points, as everyone
kept an eye on a possible getaway route.
ABC stall at the 1970 Lae show |
It was an
object lesson of how these small men, dressed in grass sporrans and with their
stone clubs and bows and arrows, were still regarded by the majority of other
local people.
Whoever had collected our sub district produce had
excelled themselves and we had a mountain of fruit and vegetables to select
from.
Pineapples (ananas)
bananas, taro, sugarcane, etc. were all arranged in geometric designs and the
display came together quite well.
At the end, there were still some items left over
that just didn’t quite fit into the rest of the exhibit, due to their unusual
size or shape.
Two of these
items were those enormous glass balls (over a foot in diameter and covered in
knotted rope) that the Japanese long line fishing boats kept losing and ended
up being washed up on the local beaches.
What could we do with these things we wondered?
We scratched our heads.
They were too good not to use but where?
“Alright’, I said, “lift them up here,” and I tied
them onto the central metal truss that supported the roof of the stand.
They just didn’t look quite right however and
looking around, I spied an enormous, red marita
(large, long, bright red conical fruit of the pandanus, about three feet
long).
Whoever had cut it had left a long bit of woody
stalk and this fitted perfectly between the ropes holding the glass balls up to
the roof.
If the Sepiks could have their ‘phallic symbols’ at
Maprik I thought, why couldn’t we have ours?
This instantly became a splendid talking point.
People would stop in their tracks and admire the “exhibit”.
We, in our
immature naivety, thought we had done the sub district proud.
Then came the
time for the judging of the exhibits.
The judging committee was chaired by the DC’s wife,
no less.
We even
thought we might get a prize for our efforts.
The judging committee toured around each exhibit and
took notes.
We held our breath and the Tami Islanders doubled
their efforts and their mounds of wood chips.
Other sub districts had also been hard at work
however and the Haviland’s from Kaiapit had produced a marvellous exhibit with
miniature people and a diorama of the sub district.
They got
first prize.
I think from
memory we got some sort of prize however all I can remember is a senior officer
pulling me aside later on, and informing me that we might have done better if
the DC’s wife hadn’t been “severely put off” by a certain part of our exhibit.
(Oh well. What do they say about a “Streaker’s
defence”? ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’).
All that was left was for us to auction off our
fruit and vegetables to help defray the expense of bringing them all to the show.
Ahh! It seems like only yesterday…
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