Kone Tigers welcomes you to #PNG, 2012

30 12 2011

Another December day lies painted beneath tainted skies,
As he sits perched behind burials of precious tries.
Here where young minds with aged gaits loiter and linger.
Here of climes that see one ciggy tarry on many fingers –
Burnt yellowed, like quartered buai that abounds,
Here see balls of vivid dreams travel in silvered rounds
under the jingle of a Kina and curt handshakes.
Dazed and glazed, yet an intense gaze to remedy the shakes.

Here where men of today and the morrow wrestle
As a synthetic pigskin sees heat of battle,
Here where mud, silt, shit and gore knead a dirty dough.
Reckless and endless till skeletal fences; show no dough.
Where rustic refuse of bygone grandeur remain in a Toyota Crown chassis.
Simile of resplendent days from whence this spit is its basis.
Here to the legendary servitude of Kone Tigers Oval,
Hear the Same ol’, same ol’, nothing really novel.

A lull settles with the drawn out toke on the whistle,
Letting to surface the lisped hisses of savanna thistles,
As Akon stabs the cool breeze with yesterday’s pop
From speakers which sound more like a flop,
Spiking the air with fast love and a girl named Candy,
Drowning out Tom Lari and Ambai Sandy.
An ostentatious voice stabs Akon in turn
and visions of bubblegum wither and burn.

As Enga-laced, trynabbe Aussie speak rumble out,
in plastic vowels, like irritants on his fucking gout.
The assault continues under orders from conceit.

Thoughts under oath from Keats beat a retreat
as freestyle fancies a chance in this trance,
With free-fall and shit-talkin’ taking this dance.
The spirited breeze in the cool of the day wears thin,
Becoming oppressively languid until it is but a din.

Corniness pervades the air further at 5 O’clock.
Enter Michael Learns to Rock.
Hell No!
Fuck No!
Fuck this gay shit!
‘S’time to beat it.
I’m scribbling outta here.
Like this roller-coaster year.


Exeunt 2011!

PS: Thanks for the extra PM. Now the world cannot resist #PNG…or somethin… Be seeing y’all 2012…

Exeunt dreamzmedia!

  • Appropriately penned at “2pm”, 29/12/2011
The entrance to the Kone Tigers Oval preludes the disgrace that awaits within.

The entrance to the Kone Tigers Oval preludes the disgrace that awaits within.


In celebration of their 1000th tweet…

13 12 2011

2008 Begins on the Fourth

4 01 2008

Last night it pelted down in sheets. Like an oncoming rush of a flash flood, it came in a sudden torrent, roaring down the slopes of Waigani Heights*. It was an hair-raising experience just to hear the rush of that downpour.

The previous night wasn’t any better. Come to think of it, the entire day was dark and gloomy with scattered showers and drizzles.

The setting of the first night – or day – of the year was not any different. But then again, my recollection of the weather pattern of that day would be more than 50% concocted as my attention was diverted. Well maybe “diverted” would in fact be a “diversionary”(?) word used here because in actual fact, yours truly was copping a proper hiding from the men in black and blue, leaving him blue-black all over.

That’s right. I was at the angry end of the copper’s baton. Not seeing any end to the onslaught of fan belts and batons, the only alternative left for me was to take flight. The stomp of rubber boots and the click-clack clatter of a rifle being cocked saw me reach speeds I never knew I had. One small step for Johnny Five-O; One giant leap for Nico Blackman. Cut up and bloodied fingers and palms are the only evidence of my adrenaline rush that night when I tried playing Peter Parker over one too many razor-wired fences.

Already I have three grey days in this calendar year but I woke up this morning with a smile nonetheless. Three days and I have not touched a ciggy yet. That’s good. The jingle of small change in my pocket is a good sign too. That’s good. As I stepped out of the door, the rain slowed down. Ahhh…. I think I’m going to finally have a good day. As if on cue, Ice Cube steps onto the mic in my i-pod with “Today was a Good Day“. 🙂




*Waigani Heights is a suburb of Port Moresby

New Year’s Resolutions

2 01 2008

Another new year has dawned. Its morning gleams light up your eyes with new hopes, aspirations and goals. New Year’s resolutions promise a better morrow as old habits fade away with the dying echoes of the last chime of the midnight hour.

The yesteryear may have seen a milestone achieved here and a dream shattered there. But all your troubles seem to fade away in the excitement and raucous cacophony of youths with empty paint tins for tom-toms in their drunken revelry. In the upturned faces, the momentous brilliance of the fireworks illuminates nothing but joyous glee. The silhouette of dancing figures against a bonfire of a disused Dunlop tire resemble the innocent days of stick figures and elementary.

You go home weary but with a smile on your face. All is well you tell yourself.

A cock crows somewhere and a clock ticks somewhere. You shuffle to the bathroom, brushing past the cobwebs of a drug induced sleep. One hand on the door knob while the back of the other tries vainly to wipe away the aftertaste of vile concoctions of hard drinks and soft lips as your mind struggles to piece together what little fragments of memory you have of yesterday.

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is another year older? A few more strands of hair for some and a few less for others. A few more lines in the mirror but you know it’s not the mirror. A few more greys, a few more bags and a few more pounds. A little less time.

It has only been a day but already cravings are skirting just beyond your peripheral vision. You know they will come banging on your door anytime soon now. Already New Year resolutions are being put to the test and dreams are getting hazy.

There is no doubt day one of 2008 will find you in the same chamber of decision that Hamlet found himself in when he began that famous monologue. But pray, you do not follow in his footsteps and prolong indecision and throw away your destiny into the winds of chance for one more year. Pray you do not give in to your vices of old. Pray you hold fast and true.

Wishing you all good fortune in whatever ventures you may wish to embark on in 2008 and A Very Happy New Year to you and your family.

Peace yo!


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