Papua New Guinea Forest Research Institute to celebrates its 20th anniversary

The Papua New Guinea Forest Research Institute (PNGFRI) will be celebrating its 20th anniversary on Thursday, April 30, 2009.

The PNGFRI is a collaborating organisation associated with the formulation and implementation of policies, strategies and programs which have aided Papua New Guinea in its national development initiatives.

The event will showcase some of the highlights of achievements attained over the last 20 years by the institute on forest research carried out in PNG as well as in the Pacific Region.

Some of the main highlights of the day will be seminar presentations, field trips and demonstration, launching of the PNGFRI’s first teacher’s manual which is a guideline book for teachers in primary and secondary schools to use in educating children on the importance of conservation, and exhibitions and displays of various palms of New Guinea and collections of rare orchids and plants.

 

Review of The Battle for Wau: New Guinean's Frontline, 1942-1943

By Assistant Professor Jamon Halvaksz
University of Texas at San Antonio

There are a number of battlefields that continue to remind us of the sacrifices and struggles that took place throughout the Pacific during World War II.
We often think of Guadalcanal, Coral Sea, Midway and Kokoda as sacred spaces where lives were lost and victories secured. 
Phillip Bradley’s new book, The Battle for Wau: New Guinean’s Frontline, 1942-1943 (Cambridge University Press, 2008), reminds us of another important conflict in the Allied effort.
Having failed to take Port Moresby in the Battle of the Coral Sea and along the Kokoda Trail, Japanese forces were sent from Rabaul to Salamaua and Lae. 
Wau became the barrier for a final push across New Guinea and initially only a small force stood in the way.
 However, ANZAC forces combined with American airpower to ensure that this did not happen; that Wau did not fall. 
Bradley’s book is a well-researched account of this decisive battle and the efforts of Kanga Force, an independent company combining New Guinea Volunteer Rifles and parts of the Australian 1st and 2/5th Independent Companies. 
While many women and children were evacuated as Japanese forces advanced onto New Guinea, Kanga Force was mobilised to ensure that Wau and its significant airstrip remained in Allied hands.
Bradley’s account begins in 1942 with the Japanese invasion of Lae and Salamaua, and then follows Kanga Force’s formation and subsequent raids on Japanese positions along the coast.
 He then takes us through a detailed account of battles and skirmishes as the Japanese moved toward the Bulolo Valley along old mining trails, before recounting the final battle and the stunning air transport of the 17th Infantry Brigade into Wau. 
On 29 January 1943, as Japanese pressed toward the airfield, fifty-nine flights made it into Wau carrying 814 reinforcements and additional supplies.
 Under fire as they made their daring landings on what remains a unique airstrip, it was this strategic move that proved decisive.
 Wau was protected and a significantly reduced Japanese force retreated toward Mubo and Salamaua.
As the book combines carefully examined archival research with interviews and private letters held by the families of those who fought, the strength of the text rests on the fleshing out of the men who were willing to sacrifice their lives on the kunai fields and in the dense forests between Salamaua and Wau.
Their heroic and self-sacrificing efforts are well served by this text as Bradley fills in the detailed description of each battle with the personalities that fought them.
While the author does include numerous Australian, American and Japanese sources, what is really lacking are detailed accounts of Wau’s local populations, as well as the many laborers from all over the island. 
They carried supplies and fought alongside the ANZAC forces Bradley tells us. 
And he is not insensitive to the role that people from throughout New Guinea played in the conflict, having spent time trekking along the Black Cat trail and Skin Diwai, exploring the locations of the conflict with local guides to get a sense of the places.  While he rightfully credits the victory to the troops, he acknowledges that the “ability of the ANGAU personnel to gain the trust and devotion of significant numbers of local carriers was a significant factor in this campaign and those that followed” (pg 240).
I know from the accounts and stories of Biangai and Watut who live in Wau today that the local reaction to the fighting varied. 
Some did flee, some helped where they could, and others served as carriers, but a significant group also fought alongside Kanga Force.
It’s an important part of history that Bradley can only hint at, and waits for Papua New Guinean historians to explore.

http://www.amazon.com/Battle-Wau-Frontline-1942-1943-Australian/dp/0521896819

Walking the Kokoda Trail

Trekkers at Kokoda before departing on the journey of a lifetime

The four granite sentinels at Isurava

The author (right) with his faithful guide Kevau

Rotunda at Isurava

Porter Paul urges on exhausted trekker Amelia

Australia and Papua New Guinea flags fly high at Isurava

The Kokoda Trail is the most-famous walking track in Papua New Guinea, and played a significant role in World War 11, and to this day remains one of the WW11 icons of PNG.I walked the trail in 2003 and found it to be one of toughest things I’d done in my life. This is the story of my 2003 trek...

As I struggled up the grueling last climb from Goldie River to Ower's Corner, finally reaching the top at exactly 10.45am on Saturday, June 7, 2003, I staggered on to the memorial arch, punched the air, and tears started uncontrollably streaming down my eyes.
Exhilaration filled my heart as I felt what Sir Edmund Hillary must have felt 50 years ago when he was the first to climb Mount Everest.
And the words of that great man, which I had read time and again in my build - up towards walking the Kokoda Trail, reverberated through my whole being:" It is not the mountains we conquer, but ourselves."
The sense of achievement, of having overcome adversity after being through the most - excruciating physical pain in my life, overwhelmed me.
I had become ill with flu and malaria along the grueling WW11 trail, had inflamed both knees that I could hardly walk and was on the verge of being airlifted out, but had overcome these to complete the trek in seven days
Fears about the trek, hopes about reaching the end of the journey, at first seemed insurmountable; but they were met and conquered.
It brought out of me hidden physical and mental reserves that I never knew that I had!
Walking the Kokoda Trail made me envision the journey of life itself beginning with one small step, followed by another and another, until somehow, with time, you ultimately reach the pinnacle by taking it step after painful step.
And I now know that although there will be many more mountains to climb and rivers to cross in my life, I will be stronger because of "the spirit of Kokoda".
I was part of a group of 19 - nine trekkers (eight Australians and myself), nine porters and a guide - who walked the Kokoda Trail from June 1 to 7, 2003.
We left Port Moresby at 9.55am on Saturday, May 31, 2003, on an Airlines of PNG Twin Otter piloted by the experienced Captain Michael Butler, flying over the spectacular Owen Stanley Ranges starting from Sogeri on through the Kokoda Gap into rural Kokoda which we arrived in at 10.20am.
Kokoda is a sleepy little outback town whose serenity completely belies what happened there 61 years ago.
The Japanese captured Kokoda on July 28, 1942, and advanced over the Owen Stanley Ranges towards Port Moresby.
Australian soldiers delayed and finally halted the enemy at Ioribaiwa Ridge on September 26, 1942.
The 7th Australian Division began an offensive, which drew the enemy back through Kokoda to the coast, around Buna, where Australian and American troops combined to destroy the entire Japanese force.
We had a look around the Kokoda War Museum, memorials, and the Australian - funded hospital before trekking off to Hoi village at 12pm.
Hoi, an hour's walk from Kokoda, is a clean, well - kept village besides a clean mountain stream.
We overnighted there amidst thousands of fireflies lighting up the night.
We left Hoi at 9am on Sunday, June 1, for the start of our exhaustive week - long trek.
From the onset, I realised that I had not done sufficient training, as the strain of mountain climbing and equally stressful descents started to take their toll.
We had a break from 10.30am till 12pm besides a cool mountain stream, before trudging on to Isurava, arriving there at 2pm.
Isurava, which Australian Prime Minister John Howard visited in August 2002 to open the magnificent war memorial, was the site of a significant WW11 battle and now one of the most - sacred sites along the trail.
The four-day Battle of Isurava along the Kokoda Trail in 1942 would not, in isolation, be regarded as a victory for Australian forces.
During the period from 27-30 August 1942, under almost constant attack, soldiers of the 39th Australian Militia Battalion and the 2/14th Battalion, Second Australian Imperial Force, with the help of the 2/16th Battalion and the 53rd Battalions, held back the advancing Japanese at Isurava.

It was here that Private Bruce Kingsbury of the 2/14th Battalion was post - humously awarded the first Victorial Cross ever won on Australian territory, as Papua then was, for bravery.
On Monday, June 2, we left Isurava at 7am for the next village of Alola, which we arrived in at 8.30am.
After a brief stop for fruit and vegetables, it was more descending and ascending.
We had lunch at Eora Creek, by which time the beginnings of flu and malaria were beginning to make their presence felt.
The exhaustive climb and ensuring descent to Templeton's Crossing was an absolute nightmare as I struggled with flu and malaria, my knees and hips felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets, and I was constantly out of breath.
I stopped on several occasions, and at one stage even slept on a mat of leaves for a good 30 minutes, so as to regain my strength and energy.
As I wandered, zombie - like in a delirious state through the forest, my thoughts went to the most precious things in my life: my wife and two sons.
The two boys had been down with flu the night before I left for Kokoda, and I would have cancelled the trip, had it not been for the insistence of the wife.
All I could think about was the ice cream and pizza I would have with my two sons once I completed this hellish journey.
I arrived at Templeton's Crossing at 4pm, the very last person, and immediately dived into my sleeping bag in a feverish state.
I awoke later in the evening covered in the sweat of fever, had dinner, and went back to the sack under the forest canopy and millions of twinkling stars in the night sky.
I got up early the next morning, Tuesday, June 3, feeling much better and stronger than the previous day.
We started at 8am and struggled up Mount Bellamy, which at 2190 metres is the highest point of the trail, reaching the summit at 10am.
I felt as if I had climbed Everest!
From then on it was down, up, down, up, down, up, ad infinitum - on a painful left knee - until we took a detour from the main track to the village of Naduri.
One of the best villages along the trail, Naduri is the home of Ovuru Ndiki, one of the last surviving 'Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels'.
We had plenty of fresh bananas, oranges, mandarins, sugar fruit, kaukau, taro, and - needless to say - good sleep at Naduri.
Both knees started giving me problems when I started off at 7am on Wednesday, June 4, with Kevau, my personal guide and porter, who stood alongside me all the way.
Unlike the other guides and porters, who are all Koiaris, 19 - year - old Kevau is from Rigo in the Central Province and his father is the United Church pastor at Sogeri.
We took an exhaustive two - hour climb to Efogi No. 2 village, arriving at 9am, and then the steep and painful one - hour descent descent to Efogi.
At Efogi, we picked up much-needed food supplies, which had been dropped off a week earlier by chartered aircraft.
Efogi, like the other villages along the trail, do not have regular airline flights like in the past and chartered flights and helicopters only use its airstrip.
We had a good rest and lunch before Kevau and I started on the climb up Brigade Hill, little knowing that I was going to go through the most - hellish, painful experience in my life.
Climbing up the hill overlooking Efogi was a walk in the park; however, the same cannot be said for what ensued.
Climbing up to the top of Brigade Hill - which together with Isurava is one of the most sacred sites of the track - pain started in both knees.
I was in the most-excruciating agony, every step I took I felt a sharp knife driving through my knees, and I can honestly say now that I do not know where I found the mental and physical reserves to carry on.
I had read about the “pain barrier” of humans; now I was undergoing my own.
Brigade Hill down to the village of Menari is one of the steepest and most-tiresome descents of the trail, one, which I will always remember as the longest and most-painful walk in my life.
The body was screaming for mercy while the mind countered: "Go on Malum!"
To ask for help from the guides and porters would have been throwing in the towel.
It took me five agonising hours to hobble down from the top of Brigade Hill to Menari.
The considerate guides and porters rubbed hot leaves on my knees and with some powerful painkillers from Andrew, a South African who works as an IT specialist in Brisbane, and his lawyer girlfriend Amelia, the pain was alleviated to some degree.
Thursday, June 5, was I day I'll remember for all the wrong reasons, as it was pain, pain, pain all the way up the steep saddle and swampy, stinky, and muddy descent to Naoro village.
It was then that the guides and porters - by consensus - told me that they would have to radio for a helicopter to carry me out.
Who was I to argue with them? In the state I was in?
Before coming, friends, colleagues, and workmates had jokingly told me that I wouldn't make it; that I wasn't fit enough.
And now, my worst fears were about to come true: I wouldn't be able to complete Kokoda Trail! I would be the butt of jokes around the office! I'd die of shame!
More leaves and traditional medicine from the guides and porters, coupled with powerful painkilling and anti-inflammatory drugs from the Australian trekkers, and sprinkled with physical and mental reserves I never knew I had saw me make an amazing about turn.
I started walking at 4am on Friday, June 6 - for 12 straight hours - up the heartbreaking nine false peaks of the Maguli Range and then took the long, steep, and muddy descent to Ofi Creek where we spent the night.
Same story next day as I was up early, and with the finish line in sight, easily tackled the remaining steep hills, Ioribaiwa, Imita Ridge, and then descended 'The Golden Stairs' to Goldie River.
A last refreshing dip and I climbed up to Owers' Corner like a man possessed, reaching the top in record time ahead of everyone else.
Kokoda has made me realise many things.
I now better appreciate the rugged and heartbreaking terrain the Australians, the 'Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels', and the Japanese encountered during those dark days of WW11.
The hardships the forgotten Orokaiva and Koiari people who live on the mountains, ridges, and gullies of the Owen Stanley Ranges endure daily bring tears to your eyes.
The smiling, happy faces of children as they called out a “hello” to visitors - amidst these abject hardships - bring so much joy to your heart.
You find peace and beauty in nature, with answers to troubling questions being found on the wind, in the trees, in the song of birds, in the pure voice of an ever-flowing mountain stream splashing over the rocks, and in the stillness of the forest.
Being along the Kokoda Trail, one becomes aware of the infinite circle of life: there is evidence of decay, destruction and death; there are also examples of rejuvenation, restoration and renewal.
But most of all, it has shown me that the human spirit can triumph over adversity.
Do it again? Of course I will!

A message for Anzac Day- Lest We Forget!

A very touching poem sent to me by my mate Paul Oates. This elegy marking ANZAC Day is written by talented poet Jim Brown. Jim lives at 12 Adrian Court, Heathmont. Victoria 3135. He has recorded the poem on CD (the recitation is by Jim) and it’s available for $25 from the foregoing address or contact Jim by sending him an email jimbrown@stanza.alphalink.com.au

 

Anzac on the wall

 

I wandered thru a country town, 'cos I had some time to spare,

And went into an antique shop to see what was in there.

Old Bikes and pumps and kero lamps, but hidden by it all,

A photo of a soldier boy - an Anzac on the Wall.

 

"The Anzac have a name?" I asked. The old man answered "No,

The ones who could have told me mate, have passed on long ago.

The old man kept on talking and, according to his tale,

The photo was unwanted junk bought from a clearance sale.

"I asked around," the old man said, "but no one knows his face,

He's been on that wall twenty years... deserves a better place.

For some one must have loved him, so it seems a shame somehow."

 

I nodded in agreement and then said, “I'll take him now."

 

My nameless digger's photo, well it was a sorry sight

A cracked glass pane and a broken frame - I had to make it right

To prise the photo from its frame I took care just in case,

Cause only sticky paper held the cardboard back in place.

I peeled away the faded screed and much to my surprise,

Two letters and a telegram appeared before my eyes

The first reveals my Anzac's name, and regiment of course

John Mathew Francis Stuart - of Australia’s own Light Horse.

This letter written from the front...  my interest now was keen

This note was dated August seventh 1917

"Dear Mum, I'm at Khalasa Springs not far from the Red Sea

They say it's in the Bible - looks like a Billabong to me.

 

"My Kathy wrote I'm in her prayers...  she's still my bride to be

I just can’t wait to see you both, you're all the world to me.

And Mum you'll soon meet Bluey, last month they shipped him out

I told him to call on you when he's up and about."

"That bluey is a larrikin, and we all thought it funny

He lobbed a Turkish hand grenade into the Co's dunny.

I told you how he dragged me wounded, in from no man's land

He stopped the bleeding closed the wound with only his bare hand."

"Then he copped it at the front from some stray shrapnel blast

It was my turn to drag him in and I thought he wouldn't last.

 

He woke up in hospital, and nearly lost his mind

Cause out there on the battlefield he'd left one leg behind."

"He's been in a bad way Mum, he knows he'll ride no more

Like me he loves a horse's back, he was a champ before.

So Please Mum can you take him in, he's been like my own brother

Raised in a Queensland orphanage, he’s never known a mother."

 

But Struth, I miss Australia Mum, and in my mind each day

I am a mountain cattleman on high plains far away.

I'm mustering white-faced cattle, with no camel's hump in sight

And I waltz my Matilda by a campfire every night

I wonder who rides Billy, I heard the pub burnt down

I'll always love you and please say hooroo to all in town".

 

The second letter I could see, was in a lady's hand

An answer to her soldier son there in a foreign land.

Her copperplate was perfect, the pages neat and clean

It bore the date, November 3rd 1917.

"T'was hard enough to lose your Dad, without you at the war

I'd hoped you would be home by now - each day I miss you more"

 

"Your Kathy calls around a lot since you have been away

To share with me her hopes and dreams about your wedding day.

And Bluey has arrived - and what a godsend he has been

We talked and laughed for days about the things you've done and seen"

"He really is a comfort, and works hard around the farm,

I read the same hope in his eyes that you won't come to harm.

Mc Connell's kids rode Billy, but suddenly that changed.

We had a violent lightning storm, and it was really strange."

"Last Wednesday, just on midnight, not a single cloud in sight,

It raged for several minutes, it gave us all a fright.

It really spooked your Billy - and he screamed and bucked and reared

And then he rushed the sliprail fence, which by a foot he cleared"

 

"They brought him back next afternoon, but something's changed I fear

It's like the day you brought him home, for no one can get near.

Remember when you caught him with his black and flowing mane?

Now Horse breakers fear the beast that only you can tame,"

 

"That's why we need you home son" - then the flow of ink went dry-

 

This letter was unfinished, and I couldn't work out why.

Until I started reading, the letter number three

A yellow telegram delivered news of tragedy,

Her son killed in action - oh - what pain that must have been

The Same date as her letter - 3rd November 17

This letter which was never sent, became then one of three

She sealed behind the photo's face - the face she longed to see.

And John's home town's old timers - children when he went to war

Would say no greater cattleman had left the town before.

 

They knew his widowed mother well - and with respect did tell

How when she lost her only boy she lost her mind as well.

 

She could not face the awful truth, to strangers she would speak

"My Johnny's at the war you know, he's coming home next week."

They all remembered Bluey he stayed on to the end.

A younger man with wooden leg became her closest friend.

And he would go and find her when she wandered old and weak

And always softly say "yes dear - John will be home next week."

Then when she died Bluey moved on, to Queensland some did say.

I tried to find out where he went, but don't know to this day.

 

And Kathy never wed - a lonely spinster some found odd.

She wouldn't set foot in a church - she'd turned her back on God.

John's mother left no Will I learned on my detective trail.

This explains my photo's journey, of that clearance sale.

So I continued digging, cause I wanted to know more.

I found John's name with thousands, in the records of the war.

His last ride proved his courage - a ride you will acclaim

The Light Horse Charge at Beersheba of everlasting fame.

That last day in October back in 1917

At 4pm our brave boys fell - that sad fact I did glean.

That's when John's life was sacrificed, the record's crystal clear

 

But 4pm in Beersheba is midnight over here......

So as John's gallant sprit rose to cross the great divide,

Were lightning bolts back home, a signal from the other side?

Is that why Billy bolted and went racing as in pain?

Because he’d never feel his master on his back again?

Was it coincidental? same time - same day - same date?

Some proof of numerology, or just a quirk of fate?

 

I think it's more than that you know, as I've heard wiser men,

Acknowledge there are many things that go beyond our ken

Where craggy peaks guard secrets neath dark skies torn asunder,

Where hoofbeats are companions to the rolling waves of thunder

Where lightning cracks like 303's and ricochets again

Where howling moaning gusts of wind sound just like dying men

Some Mountain cattlemen have sworn on lonely alpine track,

They've glimpsed a huge black stallion - Light Horseman on his back.

Yes Sceptics say, it's swirling clouds just forming apparitions

Oh no, my friend you can't dismiss all this as superstition.

The desert of Beersheba - or windswept Aussie range,

John Stuart rides on forever there - Now I don't find that all

strange.

 

Now some gaze upon this photo, and they often question me

And I tell them a small white lie, and say he's family.

"You must be proud of him." they say - I tell them, one and all,

That's why he takes - the pride of place - my Anzac on the Wall

 

Nature celebrations in Teptep today

The forests of Yus are critical habitats for Huon (or Matschie’s) tree kangaroos, an endangered species that is one of Earth’s unique creatures

Celebrations will take place today in Teptep village, Morobe province, to mark the creation of Papua New Guinea’s first conservation area, to protect an important area of pristine tropical forest.
Guests of honour include Acting Prime Minister Dr Puka Temu, Minister for Environment Benny Allen, Minister for Defence Bob Dadae, Governor for Morobe Province Luther Wenge, community leaders and partner representatives.
A traditional singsing, or celebratory gathering, honours the recent landmark decision by the PNG government to approve the Conservation Area – rewarding more than a decade of work by local communities in collaboration with conservation biologists from the Tree Kangaroo Conservation Program (TKCP) based at Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, USA and Conservation International (CI), as well as PNG Department of Environment and Conservation, Morobe provincial government and the Kabwum district.
Named for its three main rivers – the Yopno, Uruwa and Som of the Kabwum district, Morobe province – the YUS Conservation Area covers 187,800 acres (76,000 hectares or 760 square kilometers) of tropical forest stretching from coral reefs off the northern coast to the 4,000-metre peaks of the western Saruwaged Mountains.
A hallmark of modern conservation, the new protected area offers multiple benefits for both wildlife and people.
The lush forest ecosystem teems with life and provides countless resources that sustain the 10,000 villagers living in the surrounding YUS region.
In particular, the forest is critical habitat for Huon (or Matschie’s) tree kangaroos (pictured above), an endangered species that is one of Earth’s unique creatures with a bear-like head, strong arms for climbing and marsupial pouch.
“By creating the country’s first national conservation area, the PNG government and people have taken a step forward for both Papua New Guinea and conservation worldwide,” says Environment Minister Benny Allen.
“I congratulate the YUS community and its partners on their efforts and hope others will follow their example.”
Woodland Park Zoo’s Tree Kangaroo Conservation Programme (TKCP) has worked with YUS landowners and the PNG government for more than 12 years to establish the YUS Conservation Area, which is the first to be declared under the PNG Conservation Areas Act of 1978.
TKCP is supported by CI, National Geographic, and BMU (German Ministry for Environment, Nature Conservation, Nuclear Safety) through KfW (German Development Bank) as part of the International Climate Change Initiative.
The new protected area also represents the first time that more than 35 indigenous villages of the YUS region have come together in joint action to protect their forest homeland and the wildlife and ecosystems so vital to their culture and sustenance.
“What we have accomplished here is more than just an act of environmental preservation – it’s a model for sustainable community-based conservation that works,” says Dr Lisa Dabek, field conservation director at Woodland Park Zoo and Director of the zoo’s Tree Kangaroo Conservation Programme.
“The protected area will contribute to long-term efforts to preserve critical forest habitat and wildlife, and at the same time looking after the welfare of the local communities. We call it the ‘healthy village, healthy forest’ approach”.
While the land remains under local ownership, villagers have formally committed to prohibit all hunting and development such as logging and mining within the land that has been pledged to the conservation area.
Previous declarations of Wildlife Management Areas in PNG have been less restrictive, allowing logging, mining and other development activities.
Woodland Park Zoo and CI understand that conservation should address the needs of the local people as well as protecting habitat and species, so are working with community leaders to increase access to education, college scholarships, teacher training, health clinic improvements, midwife training, and other investments to support sustainable and healthy village life.
“The conservation area will help the people of YUS better manage their natural resources,” said Karau Kuna, Jr, a PNG national and GIS mapping coordinator for TKCP. “The YUS Conservation Area is part of PNG’s contribution to the worldwide community in the fight against global warming and other environmental issues we are all facing.”
Partners in the years of effort that culminated in creation of the YUS Conservation Area include the YUS communities, TKCP and its international staff, CI, the Morobe provincial government, PNG National Executive Council and PNG Department of Environment and Conservation.
TKCP and CI will continue to work with the PNG government and local communities to seek creation of additional conservation areas in the country, using the YUS Conservation Area as a model.

Massive costs of cleaning Port Moresby

THE National Capital District Commission has been spending a massive K4 million every year on cleaning waste and filth caused by people’s irresponsibility and lack of appreciation for their city.
Of this, close to K840, 000 has gone into the clean up of waste, stains and rubbish in public places, bus stops, shopping frontage and mini markets alone.
NCD Governor Powes Parkop mentioned this last month when he revealed the financial burden the NCDC has been bearing every year to rid Port Moresby of its never-ceasing litter.
“Every year NCDC spends over K4million on cleaning our filth and collecting our waste,” he said.
Breaking it down, Mr Parkop said every month, the city authority spends these monies on cleaning and collecting the following type of waste in the city:
- K79,925.00 on cleaning city markets, totaling K 959,100.00 per year;
- K52,308.75 on cleaning settlement waste (even though many do not pay our garbage rate), totaling K627,705 per year;
- K26,640 on collecting school waste, totaling K319,680 per year;
- K85,458.00 on domestic waste collection, totaling K1,025,495.00 every year;
- K16,650.00 on sanitary/septic waste collection in settlements and some parts of our city, totaling K199,800 per year;
- K46,295.88 on commercial and industrial waste collection, making it K555,550.56 every year;
- K10,656.00 on collection of medical waste, bringing the total to K127,872 per year; and
- K42, 360 on operating Baruni Dump, totaling K508, 320 every year.
“These monies could be spent on better things for our city and our people such as schools, clinics, streets lights, upgrading and sealing of roads, better parks and gardens, recreational and sporting facilities and better markets,” said the Governor.
Mr Parkop was replying to critics of the buai ban who said it was not worthwhile to ban betel nut.
But the Governor said the benefits of the campaign were immense and far outweighed the practice of selling buai in public places.
“Most of these wastes in pubic places are caused by betel nut vendors and their clients and plastics from shopping and sealing on manufactured goods,” said Mr Parkop.
“The choice is therefore clear for our people to make.
“If we take responsibility for our action, we can drastically reduce the amount of money the Commission spends on cleaning up our filth and rubbish and use this money for other useful purpose to benefit our city and its people.
“Since, our people have failed to live up to this sense of responsibility, NCDC as the municipal government of our City must compel our people to take responsibility for their action.
“This is one of the main reasons the Commission has banned the sale of betel nuts in public places.
“If our people want a better future for our country and our children, it is these little things that we need to solve before we solve the bigger challenges and problems,” he said.

The Future of Port Moresby: Earth Day Art Contest winners announced

One of the winning entries in the Earth Day 2009 Art Contest

NCDC Governor Powes Parkop and US Ambassador Leslie Rowe are pleased to announce the winners of the 2009 Earth Day Art Contest.
The theme of the contest is “The Future of Port Moresby,” and contestants submitted many inspirational designs for their vision of the future of their city.
The art contest winners are Imelda Marie Takesi (0-4 years); Breach Robilliard, Oule Memehere, Oudin Lagaia (5-11 years); Jerry Tsinabi, Elisa Napu, Timothy Charles (12-17 years); Frank Aep (adult).
The honorable mentions are Vincent Maso and Yoni Donia.
Prizes will be awarded on April 25 during the Earth Day cleanup of Ela Beach.
The goal of the Earth Day event is to raise environmental awareness and promote a sense of responsibility and pride in the beautiful natural environment of Port Moresby.
This year’s event includes the local art contest and a trash cleanup of Ela Beach and the Sea Park.
Everyone is welcome to come join in the fun of Earth Day.
The celebration will be on Saturday April 25th on Ela Beach from 8.30am to 12pm.
There will be a trash cleanup of Ela Beach and the Sea Park from 8.30am to 10am.
Bring the whole family and enjoy the local art display, face painting and a drama performance by Watete.
NCDC City manager Leslie Alu, US. Embassy Chargé d'Affaires Paul Berg and Governor Powes Parkop will speak about Earth Day and the beautiful environment of Port Moresby.
Following the remarks there will be an awards presentation to the winners of the Earth Day Art Contest.
This is the third Earth Day celebration in Papua New Guinea and it is the 39th anniversary of Earth Day.
Earth Day is celebrated in 174 countries simultaneously by people of different ethnicities, religions and cultures.
Sponsors of this year’s contest were: Air Niugini, Trukai, City Pharmacy, NBC, Daltron, St John’s Ambulance, Coca-Cola, KK Kingston, Theodist NCDC, the US Embassy and PNG Gardener.
To learn more visit http://www.earthday.net/ .
All are welcome to help keep Port Moresby clean and green by joining the festivities on the “Dei Blong Mama Graun” at Ela Beach.
For more information, contact Christine Nixon at (675) 3211455, Ext. 2104