At the time I didn’t know what he was doing. But he was always doing stuff like that. Carving and fixing something. One night mum asked why he wanted to carve around the letters instead of carving out the letters.
So we took a short drive on our way home to what was then PNG stationary in Goroka Town a few meters away from Yanepa building where the provincial headquarters was located. He flashed the vehicle lights on the signboard that had the letters protruding from the pine log.
“That’s what I want to do,” he said.
It was a lot more work and it took a lot more time. I was at school when the logs was erected - I think – in 1983. The first time I saw the logs again many years later was in 2000 when I traveled to Goroka. It had stood the test of time.
Then again last week, I took a picture of the logs. After, 30 years, the treated pine logs still stand as perfectly as they were erected long ago. They’re now starting to show signs aging. But they still stand as a testament to the perseverance, patience and determination of a man who remains my greatest hero. You rock!