Thursday 26 July 2018

TRAUMA WITH PARLIAMENTARY EX-SPEAKER NAPE

My Papua New Guinea family has suffered deep trauma in the last 10 years when I as the father and single parent was admitted to intensive care at Port Moresby General Hospital with a heart attack.

My daughters came to visit every night with a neighbor who cared for them. I was so sick that I could not work for several months.

The AIDS Holistics care centre closed at the house provided by the Gaming Board. But I was without money for my daughters.

Then a saving hand appeared with the offer of help. He was Jeffrey Nape the ex-speaker of parliament.

I found out later that my daughter had been sold to him by child traffickers Bobby and Susan for K5000. Why do criminals remain at large in Papua New Guinea? Nape thought he owned my stolen daughter.

Through his assistant he said that he would look after my family until I regained health. He offered to put us into accommodation and pay my daughters school fees.

He said that he was interested in my elder daughter but would wait until she was 19 years old. In the meantime, she would complete schooling.

I accepted his offer gratefully and we moved into the rental apartment at Malaoro. My daughters were enrolled in the Salvation Army school. What a relief.

But all was not well. We were evicted from the apartment when Nape did not pay the rent over 6 months. He may have had no intention of paying rent but pushing the family down to steal the elder daughter.

He moved us into a house at Waigani and we were evicted after 3 months with several lock-outs for rent not paid. The girls were expelled from the Salvation Army School for fees not paid. No fees were paid.

Then he started to move in on my elder daughter. He pressured me for her to have her own apartment which I refused.

He started to claim that he was looking after her as he had proof that she was being sexually abused by her father. We received anonymous text messages threatening my arrest for sex abuse.

Then he took her and put her in his own apartment. Her schooling ceased and she became pregnant at 16 years of age.

I was banned from his compound at the threat of violence from the security guards. He said he did not trust me alone with my daughter. 

He was following the paedophile hate campaign passed to him by his paedophile cousin Bomal Gonapa, lawyer for the National AIDS Council and Sir Peter Barter.

Every week, I would receive hate messages from Nape focused on child abuse. He made me angry but I never lost hope for my daughter. She gave birth to a son Joseph followed by Jeffrey who is two years old.

I have always been angry that I allowed myself to be tricked by a Chimbu con-man. Two years ago it all came to a head when he sent texts that he planned to marry my younger daughter who was being sexually abused by her father.

But the time had come for me to move out. I would look after my second daughter first by moving her to Lae and putting her in Busu High school where I was once a teacher.

Nape went off his brain. He said that he was a Chimbu chief and I had to obey him. I told him to build a new tree nest and have a sleep. He told me I was a bag of skin and bones and would soon die.

Then he died. My daughter followed the psychological pattern of prisoners grieving at the death of a captor. She was in deep grief. Now she says she wants to get on with her life and put Nape behind her. She says she was a 5 year prisoner of Nape.

He took total control of her. He blocked her from contact with her father. He took her cell phone. Her school friends were not to come to the house. She was pulled out of school despite early promises. 

He escorted her to town and waited for her to come back to the car. She looked after the house and did all the work. No one helped her with her babies. She was under extreme pressure.

Now my daughters and grandsons live with me. There are no longer any scumbag paedophiles around to talk about child abuse of my daughters. I care for two little boys. They are not to be penalized for the evil of their father.

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