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'Tau Bada' (Big White Man)

'Tau Bada' (Big White Man)

Hi everyone, finally getting around to using the blogsite again. I'll be uploading some excerpts from a book I am writing about the most recent adventures I've been having in Australia/Papua New Guinea. Don't forget to check out the Earth and Spirit Facebook page as well because it contains lots of photos and videos. I'll include the introduction today, and would appreciate any feedback or ideas you have about the book. 

Thanks for the support!  John Quinlan

TAU BADA

Meanderings, Anecdotes, and Thoughts of a Change Agent

By

John E. Quinlan

John E. Quinlan, Jr. founded Growth Strategies Global L.L.C. (GSG), headquartered in Grosse Pointe, Michigan, in 1986. He serves as Managing Director. Mr. Quinlan has designed the firm to operate from a unique philosophy that balances his broad range of experiences in upper management with tested management consulting practices, underpinned by behavioral science knowledge.

Mr. Quinlan has provided integrated financial, operational and change management services to U.S. and international companies. He was a founding CEO of a publicly traded financial services company. The successes and failures he experienced during that period played a major role in creating the foundation and operating philosophy of GSG. He has been an advisor to for-profit, non-profit and municipal organizations and has extensive experience in executive coaching.

Mr. Quinlan holds a BA degree in Economics from Albion College, Albion, Michigan and a Master of Science degree in Organizational Development (MSOD) from the American University, Washington, D.C.

In late 1999, Mr. Quinlan met Fiona Tanner while solo motorcycling across America. The serendipity of sharing one motorcycle ride through a remote mountain valley in Colorado, to living in a secluded village nestled in the rainforests of Papua New Guinea, is chronicled in a manuscript entitled “Tau Bada.” This globe-spanning adventure has provided unexpected insights and applications to John Quinlan’s personal life and his professional work.

The two lingua fracas of Papua New Guinea are Tok Pisin and Hiri Motu. Between these languages and assorted 700 dialects, Tok Pisin Bikman translated means “Big Man,” i.e. respect for a white man. In Hiri Motu the word for a leader who is a big man is “Taubada.” Living in Oro Province on the Managalas Plateau as John and Fiona do, both languages are subtly integrated. The primary dialect in Oro Province is Barai or Ese, and the name for big white man is “Tau Bada.” John Quinlan earned this title through both his position as a local business owner as well as his physical stature in comparison to the area population.

Over a period of seven years, John and his wife Fiona traversed rivers, valleys and mountains, entering innumerable villages. Frequently the farmers and children would shout out “Tau Bada” as the couple went about the business of building a coffee company.

The following excerpts are selected for your enjoyment. Please comment.

Warmest regards,

John E. Quinlan

Ese (Welcome) John!
Ese Tau Bada to Numba Village, July 2009
Managalas Plateau, Oro Province
Papua New Guinea

Chapter 16

It didn't take John long to learn that life in Papua New Guinea would be quite different from his days as a high powered business consultant, starting with his wedding to Fiona as choreographed by the elders of their village. This excerpt is a portion of the chapter. More is to follow. 

PIGS 

We hiked from the Village of Tabuane, crossing streams and walking through coffee gardens to our home. The late afternoon sun was at our backs, casting shadows on the mountain tops overlooking the land where our house was built.

Orchids, impatiens, and bougainvillea were blooming abundantly. The entrance to our dwelling was a canopy of orchids. Fiona once had an orchid farm. To spend an evening with her and a botanist is to listen to poetry.

I looked over the cliffs down to the river and saw the waterfall and pool to my right. The gardens were manicured and the grass freshly cut with bush knives. The villagers were expecting us.

Tom, our gardener, cook, guard and friend, instructed the young men and women to remove the luggage and supplies from their heads. I am amazed at the loads they can carry and the balance they possess. The terrain is challenging. Their eye-hand coordination is impeccable. They chat, sing hymns and village songs, and laugh as they snake through the coffee garden on a very narrow path.

I gave them a few kina and thanked them. Fiona, speaking pidgin, was connecting much more deeply. The village women prized her. Their 50-year-old Singer sewing machine, lugged up to Tabuane from Australia, created a ton of goodwill with this new sewing circle, generating cash for their families.

We were fading from exhaustion. As I was extinguishing the lanterns and blowing out the candles, Tom grabbed my arm and sat me down. Fiona was in the bedroom.

In his broken English and with elaborate gestures, he gingerly instructed me not to touch Fiona tonight. It would be inappropriate before the wedding ceremony. Besides, everyone would know. "Tom, how would they know?" I asked. "They will smell you and Fiona tomorrow, John, that's how they know."

The image of my father quickly appeared. I could see him in the back yard in Grosse Pointe (circa mid-1950) drawing on a cigarette, sipping a Miller High Life beer at nightfall in its fullness. "Johnny, if you make a habit of masturbating, one of two things can happen and possibly both." I was sitting on the porch steps looking up anxiously awaiting his pronouncement. "Either your cock will fall off or you will become mentally ill." Thanks, Dad. I went upstairs, locked the bathroom door and whacked myself off. Never gave it a second thought. My cock is still working, though the threat of mental illness still plays on my mind to this day.

This time, I obeyed. The tribe spoke. I knew they had keen senses. I kept my hands off of Fiona.

Tom abruptly woke us up at 6:30 a.m. Standing in a half-circle were six village men and women dressed in traditional wedding apparel in front of our porch. Every feather, ring, shell necklace, bead, string, belt, and traditional clothing including penis gourds for the men had a place and purpose. Innumerable paintings covered faces, arms and chests. Dyes and pigments fresh from the garden would be used to decorate the bride and groom.

Our separation was immediate and lasted until the ceremony. Three men escorted me to a room on one side of our home; three women took Fiona to a room on the other side.

We were washed, dressed, and painted in a ceremony that was dead serious and perfected to the smallest detail. They have had much practice, following traditions established over the course of 12,000 to 14,000 years.

Within two hours we were readied to walk to the village. Fiona was escorted to one home representing her clan and I to another representing mine. Both of these clans would be our tambu (kin for life) with its all rights, privileges, and demands.

My tambu-to-be, Ezekiel, mentored me the best he could, in light of the language barrier. The other two men spoke better English. I was instructed by this group of elders to be clear on the number of pigs I would be giving away to receive permission to make Fiona my wife. The normal village ceremony would last for days, with ongoing bartering between clans until agreement was reached on the number of pigs, shell money and yams. I got off cheap: Fiona cost me three pigs and compensation for the feast. But the pigs were the clinchers. This was not chump change!

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Certified Organic

Absolutely no chemicals or pesticides have been used on this plateau. The area has remained chemical free. Our vision is to be the world's first certified organic region, covering over 200 square kilometres of our valleys

Rainforest Alliance

Besides the organic certification, our coffee has been registered as a Rainforest Alliance coffee. 

This label identifies the product as being environmentally sustainable, with fair and just social policies for all farmers and workers. It is a socially conscious deliberate decision to do business a certain way with deep integrity. 

Once this label is granted to companies, tribal rural farmers and communities are ensured they get a fair price for their efforts, providing them with a sustainable livelihood and encouraging them to maintain good stewardship of their land. 

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