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Lee “Flash” Garap prepares to undertake World Mui Thai Kickboxing Title

  World Lee Garap or famously known for his ring name Lee “Flash” Garap is very confident on winning his upcoming world title fights in October and November this year and next year 2016. The former Kick boxer turned Muay Thai Light Kickboxing is currently the (World Kickboxing Federation) WKF ranked World No.1 Muaythai fighter in  Welterweight (66.8kg) & WKF World Ranked No. 3 Light Welterweight (64.5kg) weight divisions. Known for his speed and strength, Lee “Flash” Garap said he is set for fights. “I am going to win this one. My only weakness is my elbow which I have lost two fights to but I am very confident, I am very strong now. I have been training and I am prepared,” Said Garap. With almost a 100 fights to his name, Garap said there is no secret to his success but self discipline, attitude and sacrifice. Garap who had switched to Kickboxing in 2004 to Muay Thai Kickboxing is fierce in his field of sport and his promoter Jerry Sarufa from Jungle Intelli

My grandfather and his contributions

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(13th,September, 2015, Sunday Chronicle) My grandfather was born in our little village of Yanguri in Erave, Southern Highlands Province, some few years before the Second World War started.   Yanguri to this day is inaccessible by road and the closest interaction my people had then with other people was with our neighbors from Western and Gulf provinces. Most of the news about the world outside came through them. My grandfather, Yalo Sakaire was just a boy when the war came to Papua and New Guinea. He chuckled when he recalled how the old people reacted when they saw and heard war planes over the sky of our little village. “We saw planes flying over the skies, night and day. No one had seen planes before and we thought the planes were spirits of our dead ancestors roaming the skies. We called the planes “buala hali” (crying man). We saw the planes discharging things from the skies. We would hide among the trees and flowers and watch the planes fly by. “I remember one tim