Who is James St Nativeson?

The question has been asked innumerable times by people who have read the poetry of this writer. The Anuki Country Press suspects that that writer in the history of Papua New Guinea litrature would be as mysterious as M. Lovori in Albert Maori Kiki's Ten Thousand Years in a Lifetime or Russell Soaba's own novel, Wanpis, in which we read of a certain Jimi Damebo writing poetry. Close enough. Steven Winduo in his book of short stories, The Unpainted Mask, mentions this poet briefly. But here are two poems attributed to James St Nativeson and which appear in the Writers Forum of the Weekender in The National newspaper of Papua New Guinea.  

King of the Mountain  

Many moons went by  

Since we heard that song 

"De king of de mountain cometh"  

And we went about our daily chores  

Oblivious to cholera and other threats  

We concentrated on what to have  

For breakfast or dinner  

Then suddenly, this note from de king himself:  

"Your bills, dear citizens: K5, 000.00, ahem;  

For de corn I gif you K3, 00.00; for de  

Peanuts, I gifs you K2, 000.00 - ahem;  

But I gifts you discount, so you pay  

Only K2, 000.00... ahem..."  

Come on, king of Moresby Mountains  

That ain't no good business.  

Waiting  

I am waiting  

For the bus I heard  

Would be coming round this way.  

Three miles down the road  

I see no movement  

Two miles uphill  

I see no one and no motorists  

For many hours I stood here, waiting.  

Whisper the cicadas at sunset:  

There are no buses In the Anuki Country.