Motu love poem
Oi oromamu heita galasina ai
Na lau egu reva reva herea dae na
To ba haraga e boiomu
Egu orena binai na lalokau henimumu
→ Poem the mirror ←
Heaven looks at her and her language
Love poem translated into motu (pure motu), Melanesian language of the Papuan tip, spoken by 40,000 speakers. If you go to her place, perhaps you will see my poem, translated into motu, printed upside down, placed beside her bed, on her little table. She keep it for months, waiting each morning at dawn for the moment when heaven looks at her. The pidgin of motu is called hiri motu, despite a similar vocabulary, intercomprehension is impossible. It is on the side of Port Moresby which is the capital of the country that we find this language which serves as a language of relation in this region.
With the tok pisin, the motu is an important language of Papua, because spoken by an important number of people. Early missionaries attempted to learn motu, but it was later apparent that what the local taught them was just a simplified version. That suggests, that the foreigner talk is important in the formation of pigdins (se my page about haitian creole, which explains it). Motu, because of tok pisin which is more and more talk, become less used.