Viewing from a Point

The following writing are chapters 4 and 5 of my research on the 'boi', 'boiman' or 'boi stret' social identity in Madang town and its influence on young males. CHAPTER 4.   DISCUSSION AND ANALYSIS 4.1.   INTRODUCTION The ‘boi’ identity as revealed by the data substantiates the existence and popularity among adolescents and youths in Madang town. It is phenomenally a very appealing form of identity where young males can express themselves and most importantly identify themselves to. The conditions set out by different ‘boi’ groups in town lay the kind of behaviors created in them, whether it is good or bad, ethical or unethical, right or wrong; so long as it is accepted by the prevailing group is the main concern, and this comes in the form of peer pressure. In this chapter I will discuss the features that were consistent in my data analysis of the ‘boi’ identity. And then I will explain whether my theoretical assumption of a social ins

This was an essay I wrote in 2008. Corruption has and continues to be an ongoing issue that carries on impeding vital developmental efforts. The continual failure of political leaders and bureaucrats to be accountable and transparent has seen corruption eating out much needed resources to cater for even the most fundamental needs. The style of leadership in Papua New Guinea is said to sustain the spread of corruption. Papua New Guinea’s government system is a democracy, that is; individual liberty is seen as paramount. The preamble of our constitution also states that we uphold Christian values and beliefs, and including the preservation and practice of our cultures and traditions. Corruption has, through the actions of our leaders, been detrimental to our nation’s reputation as a sovereign democratic state, because many of our practises are contrary to what that has been imprinted in our constitution. We have over the past years seen our nation being criticised for failure of tack

After 17 years I finally travelled back to the island of gold, Misima. Bubu nain was waiting for us at the airport. She, Tama and small uncle Bimbo left the village at around 6:30am on the only Mulolu PMV to get to the station. By 8am they had already arrived and made their way to the airport to wait for the Airlines PNG flight that was scheduled to arrive at 1pm.   From left to right: Bubu Nain, Elizabeth and uncle Bimbo with all our luggage waiting for Mulolu It could not have come at a better time than this now that I'm a grown man going back to visit my anxiously waiting family. I just could not understand why they greet you with tears, "for goodness sake I'm not leaving yet", was what I said in my mind, but it is something you have to get used to when you have returned after a long time. But it was great to see bubu meri and uncle Bimbo, who, after 17 years did not change much at all.                                                         Mulo