30 October 2012

"True" National Leaders

THE "TRUE" NATIONAL LEADERS

 

"Let me write the songs of a nation: I don't care who writes the laws." Andrew Fletcher, Scottish Politician

 

When he first took office I used to hear news about Governor Powes Parkop's vision to clean the city and the people's mindsets by the year 2012. That year is coming to an end now. How have we fared? Have we changed? He posed the question to a workshop of certain middle level bureaucrats: "How do we get people to change their mindsets and attitude?" Indeed: "HOW?"

 

Mindsets and attitude cannot be legislated or regulated into form. They exist freely of the external things we set up ourselves to control society. The conscience is the freest component of a human person. Inserted and guaranteed by God Himself. I could even say that the freedom of conscience is a freedom more precious than liberty itself. Throughout history and even today people have sacrificed their physical freedom and even the lives to keep their consciences. And the most powerful of people have been those who have been able to permeate people's conscience.

 

Leadership, I heard from Myles Munroe, is the ability to influence human behaviour. Human behaviour is a product of the human conscience. Leadership is therefore the ability to influence the human conscience to such an extent as it affects human behaviour.

All these considered, I have concluded who the REAL leaders of this nation are. They are not the Prime Ministers, the Members of Parliament, or the nation's top bureaucrats. They are not the ones who possess power or control over vast amounts of money or land, or people. They are not those who have many wives and massive wealth; or who drive successful businesses and expensive vehicles.

 

For me the true leaders are smaller people. They probably live with relatives because they can't afford rentals. Maybe they make their homes in settlements. They possibly have small blue-collar jobs that they struggle through every day. But they are famous people. Known and loved by many who share the same everyday experiences as they do. They are the local songwriters, singers, poets, writers and the storytellers. But I'll focus on the songwriters and singers because that segment of the arts has more dominion in PNG than the story-telling, books and poetry.

 

The majority of this nation listens to music and song every day. And songs have the ability to stick and continually play in the minds of people. The words, aided by music, can seep easily into our sub-conscience, shaping the mindset without us even knowing it. When we constantly listen to the same thing we usually end up believing it—without even making a conscious decision to start believing. Sooner or later we start living out the kind of beliefs transmitted by the songs. Our behaviour is affected.

 

Human behaviour is shaped by what we constantly hear, see and read—by what is constantly communicated to us. Politicians can deliver speeches once in a while but their words do not dwell in our minds and hearts as much as songs and music. Hence politicians, despite having the authority to make laws and the macro-decisions for the country, do not have much influence on the people's behaviour. That privilege (or responsibility) lies with our song-writers and singers.


The problem however, is that much of our popular local songs are full of negative themes such as self-pity and regret, low self-esteem, loss of hope ("I give up") etc. They are un-inspiring and narrow-minded. They stimulate fleeting desires that can never be satisfied.

 

Such songs that carry words such as "mi pipia blong pipia blong pipia", "maski mi rabis man mi simel tinpis". Or "save-kad nogat save", "skul-pepa blong yu skul-pepa nating", or "wai na mama karim mi?" or "mi bai stap na raun wabo", limit our ability to dream and aspire for great things or greatness. They remove our ability to look beyond our current limitations—beyond the immediate.

 

One song that has been very influential (to my utter disgust) is Skwatas hit Take Me to Parardise. This song opens with the phrase "Wik i kam pinis em wikend nau taim bilong kisim wara wantaim ol poroman". Those words, and the phrase "I'm living for the weekend", reinforce within young people that life has no ultimate meaning or everlasting joy, but if we compound our pleasures every weekend—by taking alcohol, dancing away and picking up a one-night stand—we may salvage some happiness. This is a dangerous message. Yet this song is (was) a hit with very young children who had yet to cement a proper outlook of life.

 

Then there's Tania's song Trupla Man. I once watched a TV program showcasing Tania promoting her album and that song to hundreds of kids mostly below the age of 13. Some kids (possibly aged between 7 and 10) were called to the stage and sang the chorus brilliantly: "Trupla man, wokobaut long bikpla nait. Painim mi. Em orait. Mi save long ting ting blong yu!..." (translation: "A real man. Walks in the dead of the night looking for me. That's fine. I know what you're thinking") One phrase goes "Mi tu mi man na mi gat bulut na mi nidim presens blong yu..." ("I'm human too. I got feelings (hormones) and I need you").  I thought to myself "what the heck!" These kids are singing along without a clue as to what Tania's intent was (I doubt Tania herself knew). Very early a mentality is being imbedded into their sub-conscience. That is, if your body desires something, get out there and do what it takes to satisfy your body. And if you do so you are a "trupla man" (real man)!

 

Songs such as these are dangerous to our society. They summon up energies and curiosities within children and young people before they built strong foundations from which they can properly direct such energy. They lack a message of hope, peace, unity and other positive themes that could energise Papua New Guineans to do the right thing. Yes we do have some of those songs ringing through the air but they're significantly outnumbered by the negatives. Songs with such words are not just harmless music and entertainment. They shape human thought. They shape the conscience. They shape culture.

 

If there are songwriters out there reading this, you have more power than you know. Use it well. And for politicians, if you'd like to regain some of your lost power from the singers and songwriters, I'd recommend that you ban the so many negatively-charged songs that infiltrate almost every young heart every single day in Papua New Guinea.


If we are to have a positive society with a positive culture we have to change the things that shape the minds that shape the behaviour of the people that shape our society.


Heavenise Week!

 

Ganjiki


17 October 2012

A BREATH OF FRESH AIR

A BREATH OF FRESH AIR

By Sanga Ge Abolo

 

Lae city is home city. But it is a deteriorating city, although the Morobe Provincial Government and the Lae city authority will never say this outright. Being based in Port Moresby, it is disheartening to return to see parts of the city fall to ruins or another remains of a recently-burnt building, testament to the downward spiral facing the country's "industrial city".

 

So it was an absolute treat when, yesterday, I was introduced to a small second-hand clothing shop and bistro in the heart of the city. Sha-Mata Clothing & Bistro is like no other - at least not like the type I am so used to seeing in PNG. Located in a spacious premises within Lae's post office building, Sha-Mata is a breath of fresh air to Lae's staleness.

 

Walking into Sha-Mata is almost like walking into a boutique. The shop is air-conditioned, aesthetically arranged - and startlingly clean. One end of the outfit has been partitioned and serves as a bistro while the main area sells "quality" second-hand clothes ordered directly from the United States.

 

After the doorman opens the door, shop attendants briskly walk up and serve customers with promptness and such sincerity, I found myself smiling and revelling in this gem of a find. "Who owns this place?" I immediately ask my cousin, Desley - my guide and a 20-plus-year resident of Lae. "One Central woman—the owner of that cleaning company, Lae Everclean. This is an arm of her business," Desley replies. Oh!, that must be Sarah Haoda-Todd!", I say in surprise, remembering Sarah on Facebook's Sharp Talk and the fact that she had been the winner of some business award the year gone by.

 

No wonder Sha-Mata was spotlessly clean and its service unique by the general PNG standard. The woman was an astute business woman. We order our coffee, two lamingtons and long creamed donuts. Altogether, everything totals K15.10 - the coffee at K2 a cup. "Is that all?!" Again, I am in disbelief. I am so used to the ballooning prices of Port Moresby. As we find our seats at one of the neatly-done-up tables, my cousin explains the reasoning behind the shop's operations.

 

"I think they try to fill the market that is quite badly needed today - treating ordinary Papua New Guineans with respect, without making them pay an arm and a leg for the service."

 

Promptly, our coffee arrives. "We hope you enjoy your coffee," the waitress says as she departs. The coffee is great - steaming hot, sweet and creamy as directed. "I think what the owner is trying to say is: 'we can prove we are able to deliver the same service offered at high-class eateries at affordable prices," Desley continues. "And prove too that Papua New Guineans can do a much better job at running every-day eateries than what most of these Asian s.... offer!", I pipe in, remembering and getting agitated at the dirty Asian-owned kai-bars mushrooming all over Port Moresby and the National Capital District Commission's struggle to keep them compliant with the public health and safety standards. I look around. All the tables are occupied. At one, a child has spilled a drink. Immediately, a waitress shows up and wipes away the spill. I am amazed!

 

For a simple place of eating where a cup of coffee costs K2 and a plate of food K15, this is quite unusual. We chat and enjoy our coffee. Upon our departure, the waitress thanks us for our patronage as she whisks away the empties. At the door, the doorman opens the door smartly as he bids us farewell.

 

"Wow!", I grin into my sister's face as we step out and into Lae's heat and humidity. "A plus for old Lae, aye?", she grins back.

 

"And a breath of fresh air!" I add.

 

~SGA©~"

 

GDW's note: A breath of fresh air indeed. My complaint in almost EVERY eatery I attend in PNG, is the lack of respect, attentiveness and courtesy that the employees exhibit; even to ordinary Papua New Guineans. Even in hotels you'll get disappointed by the service (or rather "disservice"). We could do well to learn from Sha-Mata and its valiant and adventurous proprietor Sarah Haoda-Todd. I can't wait to visit that joint.