FOR I HAVE LOVED YOU DEARLY

more dearly than the spoken word can tell.

My father was a champion boxer in Queensland and in the 9th Division AIF. But at home with his children he sang sweet lullabies to put them to sleep. I was the first followed by five other children. 

Over the 1950s, I got to know all his lullabies and sang these to my children in Australia and Papua New Guinea. I was amazed a few years ago to hear my younger PNG daughter singing one of the lullabies to her son.

When my son Jonathan was dying of AIDS at the age of 2 in 2002, he would sleep upstairs with me and I would sing him to sleep. My favourite song was by Roger Whittaker. 

I remember only a a few words but never forget the haunting melody that put children to sleep in about two minutes. I could sing the melody over and over. Linda was dying of AIDS too as the time of ART had not yet arrived. But she loved the song by Roger Whittaker

When my darling little boy died, he was buried at Kanosia on the family plot on the south coast. As the family gathered around the grave site, I took his small coffin from my utility, held it in my arms and quietly sang his lullaby for the last time. 

Linda cried, threw herself into the grave and lay on his coffin. My two daughters stood at the grave and watched. They were 6 and 5 years old. 

This is the family that Cox the vulture told the community was being abused. She was determined to silence my knowledge that she was a paedophile who preyed on teenage girls.  

She never was able to silence me but simply drew anti-family activists Watson, Barter, Nalu and Toole into the fake news. The same fake news told 1000 times is still zero.

She would secretly come to my house to interrogate Linda on my alleged sexual abuse. She probably visited no other family. I was her special victim to be silenced. Linda would recount all that Cox said to her.

She told Linda that my hugging of daughters was sex abuse which confused this dying village girl. She told Linda's family she was being murdered by abuse with fruit and vegetables. But Linda's family were market gardeners at Laloki. They lived on fruit and vegetables.

These are the words of wisdom of Cox the English teacher with no knowledge of HIV/AIDS and an appetite for teenage vaginas. Being lesbian was the key qualification in the AusAID team.

Cox wanted Linda to die and for me to go to prison for child abuse. Then she would adopt my two daughters. She did her best to get Linda's family to hate me so that Cox could gain custody of Linda's 16 year old daughter who was quite beautiful. Cox was a vulture.

But Linda had been warned by a Welfare officer to keep away from Cox as she liked girls more than men. So the family took the daughter to live with Linda's sister in Madang. Cox never saw her again. She married a lecturer from DWU.

Let Cox or AusAID take me to Court for cyber crime. I would call all the paedophile predators into Court to find out where the hate campaign started. They even claimed I was on the run from the Australian police. Why did they not tell the AFP in Port Moresby?

Some two months after Jonathan's death, I was working at my computer upstairs when I heard a scream and sobbing under the house. I rushed downstairs to find Linda hugging her radio and crying. The song by Roger Whittaker was playing. We both cried.

I have never been able to face the song again. But recently I sang to my grand sons as they lay on their bed. They went straight to sleep. I think I will start again. My second daughter called her first son Jonathan.

Ours has been a loving family. Cox is a specialist in cyber crime. If she is still the adoptions officer for Barnados in Sydney, then this company is corrupt. 

Children are being adopted by gays, lesbians and paedophiles and the teenage girls probably taken home by Cox for grooming.