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15/06/2026

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There was a time when life in Kawaliap was peaceful. People lived together like one family. Children played freely from one side of the vill...

11/06/2026

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As Papua New Guinea prepares to make an important decision on the future of Bougainville, the world is watching closely. The discussions b...

29/04/2026

Jahrome Luai Signs with PNG Chiefs: A Pacific Milestone

The rugby league world is buzzing after Wests Tigers superstar Jahrome Luai confirmed he will join the Papua New Guinea Chiefs, the NRL’s 19th franchise, for their debut season in 2028. Luai becomes the club’s first marquee signing, a move that has sparked headlines across Australia and the Pacific.

Critics have been quick to question the decision. Some point to the reported million-dollar contract, suggesting money is the main driver. Others highlight PNG’s lack of world-class facilities, schools, hospitals, or safe leisure spaces. Yet Luai himself has spoken about the deeper meaning of the move, saying it is “bigger than a game over there… we’ll be able to change a lot of lives for the better.”

For Papua New Guinea, rugby league is more than sport—it is a national passion. Fans know the names of every NRL player, even if those players have never set foot in PNG. The Chiefs’ arrival gives Pacific Islander stars a chance to represent their ancestral homes, shifting eligibility rules and alliances in international rugby league. Many players have long dreamed of playing for their island nations if given the opportunity.

While outsiders may focus on what PNG lacks, the people of the Pacific hold values forged by history—unity, humility, and respect. Luai’s decision should be celebrated as a step toward nation-building and cultural pride. Players who join the Chiefs will be treated as heroes, embraced with unmatched compassion and love.

This is not just about earning a living from sport. It is about inspiring a nation, strengthening communities, and giving Pacific rugby league a powerful voice. Jahrome Luai’s move to the PNG Chiefs is a reminder that rugby league is more than a game—it is a bridge between culture, identity, and hope.

22/04/2026

The Call of the Rainforest

In 2008, Mr Ndrau Ileyap made a decision that would change his life forever.

When the West New Britain Provincial Education Board offered him a teaching appointment at Alivo Primary School in Kandrian, he turned it down. Instead, he and his family packed their belongings and walked, unappointed and uninvited, into the unknown — to Mingai Community School, deep in the heart of West New Britain.

Nothing could have prepared them for what they found.

Mingai sat in the middle of a vast tropical rainforest, pressed against the bank of a wide river called Ru. The giant oil palm plantations of New Britain Oil Palm Limited loomed nearby. The nearest settlement was an hour's walk away. Kimbe, the provincial capital, was only twenty minutes by road — but it felt like another world entirely.

There were no villages near the school. No neighbours. No familiar sounds of community life. Just the forest, the river, and silence.

Two classrooms built from forest timber and cane leaves. One teacher's house — shared by a family who had given up comfort for calling. The floor was made from timber that split easily beneath your feet. At night, even lying on a mattress, sleep was almost impossible. The house groaned. The forest breathed. And Ndrau Ileyap lay awake, wondering if he had made a terrible mistake.

But morning always came.

And with morning came the children.

They arrived from the surrounding communities — curious, shy, eager — children who had seen very little of the outside world. The local people were warm and welcoming, but their isolation meant that even simple things were new and wonderful to them. One afternoon, Ndrau and his family mashed sweet potatoes and stirred in fresh milk. A small crowd gathered and watched in quiet amazement. When they were invited to eat, they did — and they finished every single plate. That moment of shared food in the forest became one of the most beautiful memories of his life.

In 2010, Mr Ndrau Ileyap was promoted to Acting Head Teacher. That appointment lit a fire.

He reached out. He connected. A generous businessman from Southern Highlands Province, a Lutheran pastor from Simbu, the Mosa LLG President, and the local communities all came together with one purpose. Together, they built two permanent teachers' houses and two proper classrooms. A school that once looked like a forgotten outpost in the jungle began to look like a place of hope.

Those years shaped him in ways no university classroom ever could.

From 2012 to 2013, he went on to study Education Administration and Planning at the University of Goroka — carrying Mingai in his heart the whole time.

Looking back now, the memories bring a quiet sadness. The sleepless nights. The isolation. The uncertainty of those early days.

But they also bring pride.

Because Mr Ndrau Ileyap did not wait for permission to serve. He simply went — and in going, he gave a community something that lasts far longer than buildings or classrooms.

He gave them a future.

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08/04/2026

Fixing Recruitment in PNG's Security Forces

Papua New Guinea's Defence Force, Police, and Correctional Services all share the same problem — corruption in recruitment. Overage candidates, forged certificates, nepotism, and political interference continue to undermine the process, even when clear criteria exist. Prime Minister James Marape has rightly raised concerns, warning that outside interference threatens fairness and must stop.

But the deeper problem is individuals records.

Nearly 80% of Papua New Guineans are not properly documented. Birth records, school certificates, church registers, village rolls, and government files do not match. This gap allows people to falsify their age, qualifications, and identity with little risk of being caught. This is not the people's fault — it is a failure of successive governments to build a reliable civil registration system.

So what can be done?

First, PNG should invite neutral international organisations — such as the United Nations, Commonwealth bodies, or regional partners — to oversee recruitment. An independent panel removes political interference immediately.

Second, all three agencies must adopt biometric verification — fingerprints, facial recognition, and digital ID checks — to confirm every candidate's true identity.

Third, the government must urgently invest in a unified national records system, linking hospitals, schools, churches, LLGs, and government departments into one accurate database.

Fourth, independent oversight committees, including civil society and churches, should monitor every recruitment round.

Merit must mean merit. Until PNG fixes its records crisis and removes political hands from the process, no recruitment system — military, police, or corrections — can truly be trusted.

01/04/2026

🌊 The Three Who Needed Each Other 🌿
A story from the islands of Manus, long ago...

There was a time, many generations past, when three peoples lived very differently — but could not live without each other.

On Peli Island, a young man named Pondros was born over the water. His family's house stood on stilts above the lagoon, rocking gently with the tide. He had never walked barefoot on soil. He had never planted a seed. But he could read the ocean like a book. He knew the stars, he knew the currents, and he could steer his outrigger canoe through storms that made other men weep.

Pondros was proud. But he was always hungry for sago.

His wife, Niandros, kept their stilt house warm and clean. She dried the fish, cared for the children, and prayed quietly to the ancestors when the sea was rough.

In the village of Ndrandrah, deep in the green hills of Manus, a young man named Posan worked the rich red soil with his hands. His family grew taro, yams, and sago. The forest gave them timber, medicine, and shade. Their ancestors were buried in this land. This land was them.

Posan was proud too. But he had never tasted fresh fish from the open sea.

His wife, Pingkop, knew every plant in the forest. She prepared the food, tended the sick with bush medicine, and sang the old songs to her children at night.

Between them, on the narrow coastline of the village of Pwen, lived a man named Saleu. He was Matangol — the people of the middle. His village sat where the jungle met the shore. He could carve wood with great skill, and he beat the garamut drum until the whole coast could hear it, calling villages together in times of trade and ceremony.

His wife, Laluh, was known across the coast for her weaving. Her baskets and mats were some of the finest in all of Manus.

Saleu and Laluh together were the bridge.

One dry season, something terrible happened.

A sickness swept through Ndrandrah. Posan's father grew weak. The garden was untended. The sago stores ran low. His people were desperate.

At the same time, the rains did not come near Peli Island. The fish moved to deeper water. Pondros and his people caught almost nothing. Children cried at night.

Both men came to Pwen — on the same day, without knowing it.

They arrived at Saleu's village at sunrise. Pondros carried shell money. Posan carried a bundle of sago wrapped in leaves. They looked at each other across the beach, strangers from different worlds.

Saleu stepped between them.

He did not speak much. He simply took Posan's sago, turned, and placed it before Pondros. Then he took Pondros's shell money and placed it before Posan.

He said, "This is how it has always been."

Then Laluh brought coconuts and they all sat down in the shade together.

The four of them sat and ate — sago and smoked fish — on the sand between the jungle and the sea. Niandros and Pingkop, who had stayed close behind their husbands, soon sat with Laluh, talking softly, sharing food, watching their children play together on the shore for the very first time.

Weeks later, Pondros's canoe brought turtles from the coast to help Posan rebuild a storm-broken house. Posan sent yams and taro back. Saleu beat the garamut so both villages knew the trade was good.

Nobody went hungry that season.

Years passed. Pondros grew old on Peli Island. One of his granddaughters married a boy from Ndrandrah. Posan's grandson learned to fish in the open sea. Laluh's weaving patterns were copied by women in villages far away. The strict lines between them — water, coast, forest — began to soften.

But they never forgot.

To this day, when the people of Manus gather for a Sing-Sing, you can still see it — the sea dancers of Peli, the carved drums of Pwen, the forest regalia of Ndrandrah. Three peoples. One island. A bond built not by law, but by need, trade, and the willingness to sit down together on the sand.

The heartbreaking part? Some of those coastal villages like Pwen now face rising seas. The water that once fed the Titan is slowly swallowing the homes of the Matangol. The bridge between the people — is being taken by the ocean.

May we not lose what took generations to build. 🙏

🌿 Share if this story touched your heart. Our cultures are our treasure. — Manus Province, Papua New Guinea 🇵🇬

26/03/2026

Oro Governor Garry Juffa recently spoke about the Public Service Reform Bill, highlighting important changes needed for Papua New Guinea's public service. He compared public servants from before and after the country gained independence.

Before independence, Governor Juffa noted that public servants were honest and hardworking. This was because they had good working conditions and were well cared for. However, after independence, the quality of the public service slowly began to decline. By 1995, this decline became very rapid, and the public service system faced serious problems.

Governor Juffa believes that for public servants to truly serve PNG with purpose and pride, the government must provide better incentives and motivation. By improving their working conditions and welfare, public servants across the country will be encouraged to perform their duties diligently once again, benefiting all citizens of Papua New Guinea.

24/07/2025

🌺 Why PNG Youth Must Know Their Culture

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In a world that’s moving fast — with smartphones, TikTok, and constant change — there’s something we risk losing without even noticing: our cultural identity.

Papua New Guinea is known for its diversity. We have over 800 languages, thousands of traditions, and unique ways of life across our provinces. But slowly, these are being forgotten — especially by our younger generation.

Let’s talk about Tok Pisin.

It’s one of our three common languages — Tok Pisin, Police Motu, and English — but Tok Pisin is the one spoken most widely by Papua New Guineans across the country. It's our bridge language — from Hela to Manus, Milne Bay to Enga. Yet even Tok Pisin is changing... and not always for the better.

Take a look at how we speak today:

What was once “blong yu” is now shortened to “blo yu”, or even worse — “bliu.”

Some of this is natural — language always evolves. But some of it reflects a disconnection from where Tok Pisin came from and the cultural values it carries. It’s not just about grammar. It’s about identity.

When we lose our language, we lose how we express respect, how we tell our stories, how we relate to each other.
When youth say “me no save long kastom bilong mipla” — that’s not just a sentence. That’s a warning.

🌱 Culture grounds us.
It tells us who we are. It reminds us that before the phone, there was the fire. Before the internet, there was the hausman, the singsing, the tumbuna stories under the moonlight.

So why must our youth know their culture?

Because culture teaches respect — for self, elders, and community.

Because language connects us — to place, to past, and to purpose.

Because knowing who you are gives you strength — in a world that’s always trying to change you.

📢 Let’s talk:

What words or expressions in Tok Pisin do you think are fading away?

How can we help youth reconnect with traditional stories, customs, or language?

👇 Drop a word, a memory, or a reflection in the comments.
Let’s not just be proud Papua New Guineans — let’s live it, speak it, and pass it on.

23/07/2025

Growing Up in the Village: My Childhood in Kawaliap, Highway 32

By Roy Yohang

Nestled along Highway 32 in the Manus hinterland, Kawaliap Village was more than just home — it was my world. It was a place where time moved slowly, where life was lived barefoot and full-hearted, and where every path, hill, and creek held a memory.

Back then, our days weren’t controlled by alarms or mobile phones. The rooster’s crow and the first crack of sunlight told us it was time to get up. Life was simple — and honestly, it was beautiful.

Bush Food, Firewood & Fresh Air

We didn’t grow up with fast food or takeaway — we had something far better: real food from the land. Our breakfast came straight from the earth and fire — roasted kaukau, smoked fish, green bananas boiled in coconut cream, or hot taro dipped in crushed ginger sauce. 🍠🌿🥥

I remember helping my mother gather firewood from the bush, sometimes dragging sticks twice my height down muddy tracks. We used bamboo to fetch water from the creek and stacked the fire with just the right mix of dry leaves and coconut husks. 🔥

In Kawaliap, the garden was our supermarket. We ate what we planted. And when the mangoes and laulau trees were in season, we didn’t ask — we climbed!

Games Without Gadgets

Entertainment didn’t come from screens — it came from each other.

We built our own toys from bush materials — pop guns from bamboo, cars from wire, and spinning tops from coconut shells. We played hide and seek behind sago trees, chased each other through kunai grass, and got into wild games of “Mr Wolf,” “Touch Peggy,” “Dismisso,” “Tintin,” and “patpat” with twisted rubber bands. 🎯🧒🏽🌳

Our playground was the village street, the soccer field, and the bush trails. And when it rained, even better — we slid down muddy slopes, wrestled in puddles, and splashed in swollen creeks. The laughter was louder than the thunder.

The Walk to School

School was not just a place — it was a mission.

We walked long distances through steep bush tracks, our books wrapped in plastic or tucked in bilums. Some days, our feet were wet before the first lesson even began. But we didn’t complain. 📚👣

We sat on worn benches and listened intently to our teachers. Lunch was simple — kaukau in foil, rice in banana leaves, or a piece of smoked fish from yesterday’s dinner. If we had coins, maybe a 20t twistie or biscuit from the tiny roadside canteen.

And no matter how tired we were, education was a big deal. We knew it was our way out — or our way forward.

Discipline, Respect & Community

Growing up in Kawaliap taught me respect the hard way. If you mouthed off to an elder or didn’t do your chores, you’d feel the discipline — whether it came from a slipper, broom, or fresh-cut cane. But it came from a place of love. 👵🏽👴🏽🪣

Everyone in the village had a role in raising you. Aunties scolded you like your mum. Uncles gave you tough advice. The entire community watched over you, and in return, you showed respect, humility, and care.

We went to Sunday school faithfully, sang hymns with cracked voices, acted in church dramas, and knew our Tokples songs by heart. God, family, and community shaped who we were.

Highway 32 — The Road That Raised Me

Today, Highway 32 stretches long and silent through Kawaliap, but every corner still echoes with voices from the past. The laughter of children playing marbles. The calls of mothers summoning kids from the bush. The beat of stringband guitars on a lazy evening.

Kawaliap didn’t just raise me — it grounded me. It taught me resilience, gratitude, simplicity, and love. I carry those values with me every day, wherever I go.

If you grew up in a place like this — where mangoes were free, chores were shared, and life was wild and honest — you’ll know what I mean.

Never forget where you came from. Kawaliap, you’ll always be home. 💛🏡

23/07/2025

👋 Welcome to Pasin PNG!

Hi, I'm Roy — and I'm glad you're here! 🌴🇵🇬
This page is all about our life in Papua New Guinea — the pasin bilong yumi that makes us who we are.
I’ll be sharing stories from the village, real conversations about youth life, culture, traditions, and everyday PNG experiences.

💬 If you love hearing true PNG voices and seeing life through a local lens, this page is for you.

👉 Hit Follow, tag a friend, and let’s walk this journey together.
Together, we’ll keep our culture strong and our voices heard.