Kats mulai, Henry Kila. We’ll miss you.
How to pay tribute to Henry Kila, one of the funniest men Ive ever met? A man whose timing was impeccable: he could make the silliest joke witty.
I remember sitting in the back of the DWU auditorium with him and Mel Togolo for one of the Australian-PNG Business council sessions this year, all of us giggling too much for our own good. Still, I couldn't move away, Henry was being too funny. When a member of the Education Department too the stage I gasped in admiration of his big soft afro. "Where's he from Henry?""
I’m not sure, but I think this is the last joke I heard him tell:
Mugabe, Somare and Mandela are all tumbling to the ground after a mid-air collision. Everyone takes out their cel phone. Mandela starts dialing up St Peter to be cleared through the Pearly Gates. But the phone keeps ringing and ringing off the hook. Mugabe tries now, but he only gets a busy signal. So Somare dials a number and gets through right away. "How'd you do that? they ask. "Hey, for me," Somare says, "its only a local call.""
Fate got the last laugh, killing Henry with malaria when he was so young (55!), so fit, so well-loved, so accomplished. Im still trying to ring St Peter, to see if he got through---No: to be sure he got through.