On the eve
of my 30th birthday, I lost my sister Talitha in a tragic road accident, she
was only 26. Like my other siblings, it was hard to digest, even more; I
received news a day after the accident as I was in Panguna, and could only
access Digicel by standing only at certain locations. This made it more
shocking when I received condolence messages before I could confirm my sister's
passing. My little family managed to make it in time before her burial at our
Father's village in Rempi. This is Talitha's story from a brother's reflection.
Talitha was
born on the 12th of February 1992 at the Port Moresby General Hospital.
At the time, we lived at the Ranu Flats in 4 Mile. I was only 4 years old, but
can vividly recollect the time as she was the sibling after me and the first
sister for the brother pair. We had no babysitter hence we had to stay with Mum's
younger brother Uncle David, while Dad drove Mum down to the hospital in our
little Toyota Starlet. It was an exciting time because finally we were having a
sister. Mum and Dad wanted a daughter after me, so to me, Talitha was the
answer to their wish.
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3 year old Tali
Talitha was
a revelation of a new experience in our home. Needless to mention the attention
had diverted from me to her, she had by nature a knack to draw attention
wherever we go. For myself and big bro, it was sort of an embarrassment as we
try to ignore the fact that she could steal attention at the whips of her
innocence when trying to be part of the group. She liked dancing, dressing up,
singing, and often would try to ruin (as
we would put it)
our games with her demands. Her favourite traditional dance was the Madang’s
‘Kanai’, and she would wear Mum’s Mekeo grass skirt and arm bands with Dads
‘kangal’ on the head. And she’d be dancing like a Hiri Motu Queen on a Lakatoi.
Nevertheless, she was always part of the group no matter how much protest we (Manzo
and myself) put up.
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Dancing to the kundu |
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In her attire ready to dance |
Fr. John
Ryan, who recited the final prayer at Talitha's burial; administered her
baptism when she was a few months old at St Peter Channel Erima Parish, Port
Moresby.
School
became the new compulsory for us as both brothers began in 1994 and 1995
respectively. After our aunties left, Mum and Dad had to find someone to mind
Tali. They settled for Manzo's babysitter Leleso, whom we often refer to as Bubu Goroka. Talitha took an instant
liking to Bubu Goroka, she would often frisk through her bilum every morning to
find at least a biscuit or her favourite umbrella candy, she would often throw
a tantrum when she did not find any.
Holidays
would find us waking up late to watch Malolo Club on EMTV, and waiting for 3pm Kids
Kona in the afternoon. During the day, Mum's pots and pans would receive abuse
as the whole Matbob house will fall under the might of the trio rock band. Off
course Tali would be the star of all our performances often at the disapproval
of Bubu Goroka. Our favourite song was Smokie's ‘Living next door to Alice’. The
pots and pans would ultimately get their revenge when authority arrives after
5pm. And no matter how much pretense we put up with our behaviour, Bubu Goroka
always gets the last laugh with the behavioral report on the wannabe rock band.
Mum’s wooden spoon, which would later become useful for serving nangu had its
use back then as the long arm of the law. Certainly our backsides understood.
Between
years 1996 and 1999 came Ceolina (Chay) (1996), Thelma (1998) and Elizabeth
(1999). We were now a big family and Talitha adopted the big sister role very
early. Talitha began her education in 1999 at St Therese Badili, by then I was
in grade 4 and Manzo in grade 5.
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Tali and Balbina with friends (from left and right). Balbina would perish in the Rabaul Queen sinking in 2012 |
I remember
well her first day at school was a blast, she would never stop talking about
her teacher and the class and basically everything that she came across. Off
course, we had to pay her visits during recess but when she made friends it was
over for me and Manzo (thank goodness!). Life in Port Moresby was one
that had all its privileges with Sunday trips to Sogeri and if Mum or Dad felt
we deserved it, we’d drop by Big Rooster. Dad’s car stereo usually plays only
our favourites like Styx’s ‘Show me the way’, Procol Harum’s ‘Whiter shade of
pale’, Matchbox 20’s entire first album, Michael Jackson, MLTR and all those
songs which I still play on my touch phone reminiscing on those memories.
The
following year the family moved to Madang so Dad could study at the new
university of Divine Word. While Dad lived on campus, we stayed at his village
in Rempi and attended St Boniface Primary school. Talitha took a liking to the
life in the village as the sea was the attraction. She would find every
opportunity to take a dip. It was not long before Dad found accommodation at
Lake Lodge in DWU and we had to move into town in June of year 2000.
A big part
of our lives was spent inside the university campus. The students and staff we
came to know, we watched the development of the university from a dirt road
limited infrastructure campus to a high-tech concrete paved institution it is
now. All the more, the development of our spiritual lives was shaped and
influenced by our parents and our surrounding community on campus. We attended
Holy Spirit Primary School with most of our neighbours’ children, and had
Sunday and Wednesday masses at the DWU Chapel. Uncle Andrew Porata, Uncle Max
and late Br Hugo Audrey were the guys who never missed a school day dropping us
off in the mornings and picking us up in the afternoons. The school bus
privilege was a blessing because we came to know every kid on campus. What’s
more important was that bond developed by the children, there was no
demarcation between ancillary, academic or administration staff. We all were
just kids anyway! Talitha’s first friends remained her closest until her
passing. Francesco, Zeena and Claire. This was something I learnt from her, her
ability to maintain friendship and build it was something I take reference from.
Talitha received her first Holy Communion and Confirmation at the DWU Chapel.
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Talitha's first Holy Communion |
In 2002,
when Tali was in grade 3; her classmate Michael Wandakun was hit by a speeding
vehicle whilst waiting to cross the road. The drunk driver had veered off the
road at high speed and hit Michael killing him instantly. The school paid
respects to young Michael, myself and Talitha attended his haus krai at the
compound behind the fire station. We both walked home as she shared memories of
her classmate. A similar fate would be experienced by late Michael's sister, her
baby and two others earlier in 2018 not far from the spot Michael was hit 18
years ago.
Upon completion of her primary education,
Talitha was accepted at Tusbab Secondary in 2008. Her favourite teachers were
Mr and Mrs Aru, Mr Haru, Mr Semming, Mr Daun and basically the staff of Tusbab
Secondary. She would tell me about my former teachers and how they treat her
because she is Nathan’s sister (roll eyeballs). Her maturity into talking
about social and political issues stemmed well before she entered high school.
She would complain about the crime rate in the province and try to reason why
is this so. I often listen attentively without saying anything. Her social
skills enabled her to have friends in people we’d least expect her to be
friends with, she had the knack of making friends. Whatever she disagreed on or
was disgusted off, she’d come back home and share it. Talitha was not the kind
who’d hold back anything that worried or queried her.
She
continued her matriculation and did business studies as her option 3 course.
Talitha was a hard worker in spite of her slowness, a real workhorse who could
sit up late drinking granola coffee to finish exercises and assignments. That,
I learnt from her! After completing grade 12, she got accepted to do Business Studies
at the Madang Technical College (Mateco). Talitha decided to be a boarding
student that year, but forfeited her accommodation to a friend from Bougainville
named Monica. Monica has become a close friend to me and Theonila when we moved
to Arawa in 2014.
Chay, Beth, Tali and Nema (2018) |
Talitha
graduated with a Diploma and applied to do Business Studies at DWU, she was
admitted in 2013 and did only year 2. She was employed in the accounts section
at Madang Butchery in 2014. In early 2017, Talitha was offered a position at
the Catholic Archdiocese of Madang under the Education Division.
One year and
4 months into her work at Headquarters Talitha had settled well into her job
and had gained good experience and confidence in her work. Our little girl had
assumed the role as big brother/sister to her siblings when Almanzo and I left
home. Much to her sisters' expectations she was a real spoiler and would get
anything for them. She had, moments before her passing posted on Facebook a
picture of Puss in Boots in his cute face with a caption "My sister when
she needs something from me". Her sisters in reply requested their
favourite treats.
Her sisters'
wait that afternoon was a long and unusual one, she would normally walk through
the front gate by 5:30pm. That never happened, as the minutes turn to an hour,
a friend came running to the house saying that Talitha was hit by a bus. Dad
left for the hospital moments later after a security guard informed him to go
up to the hospital. News had spread fast, friends started calling, those in
Madang rushed up to the hospital. By night, the sisters received the dreadful
news.
Stories
surrounding the actual accident were many, but Talitha was standing at the
usual spot where she waited for a bus every afternoon. And that was the last
place she stood. For the numerous times in those many years we both walked past
that bus stop, it is difficult for me to ever think it would end for one of us
at that spot, even I had close calls with rouge PMV drivers there. The manner
which she left, it is hard to digest why it would end like this.
Mum, who is
employed at the Modilon General Hospital Administration, had been working until
her usual time to leave office. As she passed the Emergency Ward on her way to
the office, a boy came running to her saying "Anti, wanpla man kar bumpim
em na emi slip stap lo emergency (Aunty, someone was hit by a car and is laying
in the emergency ward)" Mum, not knowing it was her daughter replied
"Aiyo sori tru (Oh that is so sad)". As she neared the office, Chay
called her phone saying Talitha was hit by a bus. That moment Mum knew it was
her daughter in the emergency. As she made her way down the hospital cleaning
staff came running to her saying "Wanpla girl luk olsem yu em slip stap
long emergency (A girl who looks like you is in the emergency ward)". The
dreadful reality hit Mum before she entered the ward. As she rushed into the
room, she found her lifeless daughter laying on the bed.
A part of me
died that fateful afternoon. Though I was more than a thousand kilometres away
in the mountains of Panguna, it struck me as a vision I was walking towards the
house after training. I saw exactly as how it was described to me later on. I
pushed it out of my mind when I thought how silly it was to see such a vision on
a beautiful afternoon. I never realized it was happening at that moment! My
heart bleeds just thinking of it.
It was the
first news waking up on my birthday the next day, and while traveling to Arawa
to at least get a proper confirmation, I began receiving condolence messages.
It was heart-wrenching. Dumbfounded as I was, and not knowing how to respond or
to even believe what had just happened; I kept wiping the tears behind my sun
glasses as I walked up section 17 to wait for confirmation of my travel. Theonila
and Mario joined me in the afternoon with a packed suitcase. By then, support
from our friends and family began pouring in. My best friend and brother Albert
paid my way to Madang without hesitation. My wife’s family supported us
financially and our trip to Madang was arranged by Dad on the day. However, due
to flight scheduling between Buka and Madang, we had to spend a night in Port
Moresby.
We did make
it though, but only after her funeral service. As we tried to make way towards
the convoy, I was thinking probably three or four vehicles. But it was a sight!
More than thirty (30) fully loaded vehicles with police escort had proceeded
halfway towards Rempi when we caught up with them at Siar. I was astounded at
the amount of support given to my parents and siblings at our lowest time,
something I am ever indebted to all who gave without hesitation.
As I sat down to write up this piece I kept
thinking of the times Talitha would knock on my room door at our DWU home to
remind me of something or call me for dinner or just checking on me. I get
teary when I remember she called me earlier in 2018 telling me of her plans to
start off a business and get a block of land and many other things. Her
troubles and worries she would share with me; I took them all with heart but
never had I realized those would be her memories now. Our communication had
increased in 2018 as she’d be asking for advice or just checking up on Mario. Just three days before she passed away, I
called Mum from Arawa letting them know that we were moving to the village. We
had a good long chat. Talitha was making fun of everyone with her camera phone
taking pictures when they were not looking. As I concluded the call she was the
last person to say “Bye big bro, love you!” And that was the last time I heard
her voice. She usually says ‘talk later’ or ‘catch!’ I held that thought in the
back of my mind as I traveled back to Panguna the next day. The preceding days
went by as normal, we were conducting a financial literacy training that week
when the news came.
Talitha left
a day after Theonila’s birthday, a day before mine and five days before Mario’s
first. September will never be the same for us. Still, I have not gone over the
fact we are one less sibling, hence every time I come back to remember she is
physically not around, I get teary. A very good friend and Dad’s former student
Eva Kuson posted on my facebook wall a day after the tragedy “…your wishes are obvious; you’d want your
sister back”. As if she had read my mind, my only wish on that morning was
to have her back.
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Tali's final night at home. PC Manzo Matbob (including those below) |
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Procession to DWU Chapel |
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At Rempi Village |
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Final blessings from Fr Pat and then Fr John |
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Talitha's resting place |
A month
after her passing, she appeared in my sleep. It was the first time since her
passing that she appeared. I knew I was asleep. As we walked around the places
we grew up and played in, Talitha never said a word. She was only smiling. I
woke up wiping tears as Mario came calling Papa and started doing the usual of
poking my face.
As Mum would
sadly say; ‘the nest is getting empty’. Referring to the Matbob family home as her
kids are moving on one by one. The thing is, five birdies will fly back from
time to time. One will not.
I guess this
is the only space I get to share my thoughts about someone whom we share a Mum
and Dad. I recall every memory and day dream sometimes if she would still be
around 10 years from now, where would she be. Mario will only know her little
Mum through pictures and videos. Talitha loved Mario so much! I am glad to have
been a part of her 26 years of life. I am proud of her achievements and certainly
treasure every memory of her life. Talitha I miss you and certainly you are in
Heaven with God looking down at us every day.
Talitha joins a choir of souls
who have gone before us in the fateful year of 2018, and it would be just to
remember them as well. Charlie Gabuogi, Luisa Henry, Jaqueline Naing, Raymond
Baria, Pori Matbob and all our family and friends who have lost a loved one in
that year; we remember them all. Rest in Peace my Taliweo.
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