The Real Papa Orang Utan..KAWAN ANWAR !!

 

At last, a glimpse of the real Peter John Jaban – more than just a glimpse in fact. Ever since he re-emerged in his latest guise as the noble and upright representative of the downtrodden natives of Sarawak, fans everywhere have hailed him as a hero, who’s risking everything to fight for the Dayaks.

But all along there have been rumblings about this man, about his past and who he really is. He has been described as an opportunist, someone prepared to do almost anything for fame and fortune, and a serial womanizer with more offspring than he can count.

The photos that have appeared on various blogs in the last few days certainly tell a different story to the one many had been led to believe.

You might say, well poor guy – he’s been caught out unfairly. Someone has got hold of some photographs of a different time in his life and is using them to undermine what he’s doing now.

But they don’t look like the photos of a younger, more irresponsible Jaban. Let’s compare these with the picture taken for the Evening Standard article.

It’s him alright, and he doesn’t seem to have gone grey in the intervening period. I always wondered why he was wearing a scarf in that photo. Now it’s clear it was to hide the tattoo on his neck – Clare obviously thought it jarred with the image they were trying to project. The microphone on his headset has been strategically positioned too.

Look, he’s obviously a bit of a hell-raiser who likes to party once in a while, and that’s no crime. But reports of his character are beginning to surface now that are much more worrying for anyone who has been fooled by him up until now.

Records show he has married no fewer than seven women, by whom he has had twenty three children, most of whom have dropped out of school. Friends and ex-colleagues have said there’s no way of knowing exactly how many illegitimate children he has, but that they could number more than ten.

Other associates have described his acutely obsessive nature when it comes to women. Exes have told of how he uses his fame to seduce young girls and then seeks to control them, becoming insanely jealous to the point of violence if he suspects them of looking elsewhere. He is apparently in the middle of a court case for beating up a man with a wooden stick for going on a date with his estranged wife. He, on the other hand, regularly boasts about having sex with other men’s wives, claiming they can’t get enough of him. He looks the type. This is the Jaban in the photographs – it’s all about him, he’s the big man. Come to daddy, come and get a piece of the big Papa Orang Utan.

Even more worrying are the stories of his voyeurism – rigging up cameras to look at girls showering, some of whom are his cousins and nieces from the interior staying with him in Kuching while they look for work. It doesn’t stop there either, and he boasts about that as well. The guy’s a sex addict, pure and simple.

The Evening Standard article is actually the only source which asserts that he was fired from Cats FM for allowing callers to criticize Taib. The more commonly reported version of events is that he worked on and off for the radio station, and was finally dismissed after both listeners and management grew tired of his incessant sexual innuendos and chat-up lines. In short, he was fired for persistent sexism on air.

A setback perhaps, but not a disaster; he’s got plenty of other irons in the fire, not least of which is the Ruai Bar in Kuching, which he owns – known by insiders to be an illegal operation and an outlet for drug pushing and black market money lending.

Jaban also worked for some years in the Sarawak Land & Survey Department, where he abused his position to give his dodgy business contacts information about NCR land the government was planning to develop, who would then come in and buy it up cheaply. He is known to have titles to land he acquired in this way, worth millions of ringgit by now, the man who claims to fight for the Dayaks in their struggle against the great government ‘land grabs’.

Let’s just remind ourselves of that quote from him in the Evening Standard:

‘”I miss my four children, I miss my home,” he says, tears streaming. He looks vulnerable, like a fish out of water…’

Bless him. Ladies and gentlemen…the real Papa Orang Utan!