This morning I have my time spared for watching television. I was resting as well, because I had bad back pain which I really had to take some break. I am hook on the show at cable channel, like national geographic, travel and living, discovery channel and many more. This morning discovery channel had their documentary film: which was all about the native living in the rainforest of West Papua New Guinea. I had my fascination watching those films, though it has nothing to do with what I am doing in life. My children teased me often times that I was a Kombai (one of the tribe in the rain forest of Papua New Guinea). I don’t know sometimes, it made me think they were just fixated character but not at all, they were genuine people in flesh and blood.

This morning was all about the Mek tribe. These people wore nothing except the adult male have their pennies’ inserted in koteka gourd that the flesh was extracted after it is grilled. The women have grass netting made into like a skirt. These people were real survivor. They farm and eat sweet potatoes. They sometimes hunt unto the forest, where the only catch they had is a small lizard. But the first time I saw them on television their houses were still build up on the highest tree they had. Today houses are built in land.

Mark and Olly who filmed their lives were there a year ago. That time these people had no farm at all. When they had their merry making they simply chopped down tree they called sago, extracting the flour which according to Mark and Olly: it has the most disgusting taste, it is very dry too, and that it is almost impossible to swallow. They also let the trunk to rotten and collect all the beetle larvae inside the trunk for the merry making.

Though this time around, their lives are a lot better, thanks the two American gentle men who at least give them maybe some hints on planting and harvesting their own food. Now they plant potatoes already. They have chicken and pigs also.

They marry and have children and their children just grow up with out the comfort of warm blanket. I can see children begging alms in the place I live, it hurts I can utter in silence that God is not fair. Now it hurts that these Mek tribe didn’t even know money and clothes. They also had a small knowledge on producing their own crops. No wonder they have a very low life expectancy. The oldest among them is forty seven. I wish that they also can have their way to civilization so their lives will improve more.