Title: When Peace Becomes the Greater Victory

The whole of last week was both satisfying and relieving for me. The long-standing issue with the contractor has finally come to an end. The final resolution from PPIC was signed, the variations were verified, and the payout to the contractor was raised. For my part, I declined to be a witness to the resolution. This was not because of disagreement or resentment, but simply a personal decision—an exercise of my right to step back after everything that had unfolded. Through this experience, I learned something deeper about working within church institutions like ACOM. In many organizational environments, the focus is often on being technically right—ensuring that every clause, every condition, and every loophole in a contract is addressed. But within a church organization, there is often a higher priority that guides decision-making. Peace. Peace between people. Peace between the parties involved. Peace within the institution itself. Sometimes, from a purely contractual or professional ...

A Typical Sunday in Honiara


Sundays in Honiara always have a different rhythm. The air feels softer, the city slows down, and the sea calls quietly from the coast. After church, families pack their coolers, grab mats, and head to the beaches — it’s our little weekend tradition. For me, there’s no better way to end the week than dipping my toes into the warm ocean and breathing in that salty island breeze.


By midday, Kakabona Beach is already alive. Kids run barefoot and naked on the sand, shouting over the sound of the waves. Mats on the sand or sitting on the wooden tables, while the smell of BBQ fish and chicken and cassava drifts through the air as we share the food and looking out on the rolling waves. The sunlight glitters on the sea, and you can almost taste the salt in every laugh and splash.


I joined my cousins and Aunt for laughter and jokes as the children are shouting and swimming in the waves. The water was just right — cool enough to chase away the afternoon heat. Between swims, we shared stories and food. There’s something about these simple moments that makes the island feel more alive.


As the sun began to fade over Iron Bottom Sound, the sky turned gold and pink. We packed our things slowly, not ready for the day to end. Sitting there, I realized how these quiet Sundays keep us grounded. No fancy plans — just family, laughter, and the sea. That’s what a typical Sunday in Honiara feels like — simple, joyful, and full of heart.


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