PNG Politics Vs A Pig's Tale

Lucas Kiap 

By Lucas Kiap

Once upon a time there lived a group of pigs numbered six million in thick jungles surrounded by fast flowing rivers, steep mountains, deadly enemies, and cunning friends. They had everything they needed to survive. The foreign world of civilisation never found them. 

On a fine morning, a group of healthy pigs decided to take a tour of the thick jungle. By nightfall, they came back with great joy, singing, dancing and jumping. Confusion and amazement was that evening’s reaction among the other pigs. They excitedly announced a world beyond reachable, a world of greener pastures, a world of milk and honey. 

No pig slept that night. Their thoughts filled with imaginations of this new discovered world, denying them rest, take them beyond, and forever. The next day came, and on every pig’s lip, old and young, small and big, talked passionately about the new discovery. 

For the time being, no more slaves and no more masters. They all wanted to discuss who would be on the lucky ticket to the new world. The clever pigs that discovered the world realizing what at stake argued vigorously to be the first ones to go there. The day hardly ended without disagreeing and fighting. Houses burnt down, food gardens uprooted and they killed each other. They laid the rules and came voting. The lucky pigs with money and wealth, voting was a fair game for them. 

But to get to the greener pastures was not that easy. The poor pigs before they killed each other now they have to endure the risks of enemy attack, climbing stiff hills, and crossing fasting flowing rivers to get their elected pigs to the greener pastures. No one cares. There was a mood of hope and optimism, as what the greener pastures would bring, once their representatives are taken there. And they all were willing to pay the price for a share. They succeeded. 

After taken the elected pigs to the greener pastures, the poor pigs waited for their share of the greener pastures. Years gone by without a sign of them (the elected pigs) showing up.Famine broke out and all kinds of diseases developed on their skins. Still no sign of a rescue mission was on its way. They fasted and prayed but their prayers were unanswered. They hoped and wished but their hopes were hopeless. They dreamed but their dreams were meaningless. 

The elected pigs on the other hand, were race against time to feed as much as they can before some other animals chase them away. They want to be the conquerors of Mt. Everest before others. They want to reach the North and the South Poles. They want their initials curved on some sea-sea monsters. They want to fly their flags on the moon. They want to travel to Jupiter before the NASA scientist.