The Return to My New Guinea

Oh where to begin. I haven’t posted since July of 2017. That’s a whole 7 years! A lot has happened in 7 years. My little family moved from Papua New Guinea to Australia 7 years ago… It’s been quite a journey.

7 years ago my children were immersed in their culture, spoke our language and were surrounded by our people. Today, I feel like they are still finding their place in this world.

I have tried to keep them connected to our culture and it’s proven to be a struggle. I am always thinking of creative ways to keep them connected. I want to teach them the New Guinea way. Hence, the return to My New Guinea (this blog).

There will be a bit of reminiscing on the past 7 years. I will catch you all up on the ways we have stayed connected to our homeland. So hang around and Mur iau ( follow me).

Rain rain go away……

West New Britain’s Rainy Season in pictures. These were taken in January 2015 when our rainy season was at its worse.

Trying to keep dry at the back of the vehicle

Trying to keep dry at the back of the vehicle

Moving to higher ground

Moving to higher ground

 

Only 4wd drives can drive on these roads

Only 4WD can drive in these conditions 

 

Kids are loving all this water

Kids are loving all this water

 

People watch as the excavator clears the debris from building up and blocking the flow of water under the bridge

People watch as the excavator clears the debris from building up and blocking the flow of water under the bridge

 

A man stops and takes a picture on his mobile phone

A man stops and takes a picture on his mobile phone

39th Independence Celebrations

September 16th 2014 | The next generation of Papua New Guineans. They danced, they sang, they laughed, they stood proud in their vibrant traditional bilas (attire) from the mountains to the sea, united as one.

This is the time of year I always look forward to. I love to see children in their traditional wear and try to guess which part of PNG they are from. Its amazing that one country can have so many different traditional attire, beliefs and customs and not to mention the different 800 plus languages!!!
When Independence Day comes around parents put so much effort, pride and love into each child’s traditional attire. From the skirts made of grass or tree bark to the millions of tiny shells that adorn the necklaces around their necks.

Below are some of my favorite photographs of the day. If you want to see more check out My New Guinea Facebook page 🙂

Central Province

Rabaul, East New Britain Province

Hoskins, West New Britain Province

Hoskins, West New Britain Province

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Central Province

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Highlands Region

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Manus Province

Rabaul, East New Britain Province

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Rabaul, East New Britain Province

Hoskins, West New Britain Province

Hoskins, West New Britain Province

All dressed up in PNG Colors

Daru, Western Province

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Baining Fire Dancers|W.N.B.P Mask Festival 2013

The last time I saw a Fire Dance from the Baining region of East New Britain Province was when I was 8 years old in my home village, Matupit.  I remember feeling the heat of the fire on my face and the cool sensation of tears running down my cheeks, as my eyes watered from starring too long at the giant men in masks, dancing in the flames. It was an extraordinary experience and I couldn’t pass the chance of seeing the Bainings do the Fire Dance once more when they performed at the West New Britain Mask Festival 2013.

I was just mere meters away from the dancers. I could hear the leaves that were wrapped around them go Shhhhhhhh Shhhhhhh as they danced frenziedly in and around the flames of the fire. The crowd would scream anxiously when the fire dancers spent a little too long in the flames kicking the flaming firewood around. At one stage a dancer with what looked like a mask shaped like a dog with its tongue hanging out danced his way right pass me, I could smell the strong smell of a local plant used in many traditional dances, when its leaves are crushed it expels a strong aroma, the Tolai people of East New Britain call it “Karangon” but it is known by many names.

I wondered how the dancers could see thru their masks as they danced their way weaving in and out of the fire just brushing past each other.  The feeling I felt watching was truly mixed with fear, awe and excitement but the one feeling that was overpowering the most was pride. I’m part of a country that is so diverse in Cultural & Traditional practices and I pray that in the future my grandchildren and great grand children will get a chance to see the Baining Fire Dance, just as I and the pass generations have experienced.

The New Britain Mask Festival is one not to miss.

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Kicking fire

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Man jumps in fire<

May 15th 2013 – A Day of Mourning

All dressed in red they stretched out over 500 meters with the last lot of women trickling behind trying to catch up with the crowd. They were mainly made up of Women over the age of 35, the older ones physically struggling to keep up but you could tell that their mind and soul are set in completing this march for this would be their best chance at standing up, for being heard, to end the suffering and protecting not only their daughters, nieces and granddaughters but the future generation of all Females in Papua New Guinea.

They marched in the scorching heat and yelled out “enough is enough” and “Stop Violence against women” till they reached their final destination. There they spread out under a canvas and waited eagerly to sign the petition to the Government to end all forms of violence against women. It was a historical moment. The first of its kind in our young nation and the name given to it “National Haus Karai” (National Day of Mourning) was very fitting. There I saw some mothers weep quietly to themselves, it broke my heart just watching it, I wondered what secrets they were keeping and for how long or what terrible thing had happened to her or someone she loved. They held hands and sang songs of praise, hearts wide open and exposed praying out loud their deepest worries hoping to be heard. I heard them and it was like I knew their prayers off by heart because I have heard it many many times before. It was a prayer for change, for understanding, a prayer to end the suffering felt by many women, to stop the abuse and bring back love and caring to those who had strayed from the path…….

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Don’t Cry For Me When I Am Gone

This post is something which i feel strongly about, its something which I just can’t ignore. It might be a bit full on for some but for me and my fellow Papua New Guineans its something which we see or hear about everyday…WE WANT CHANGE!

We are all shocked & sadden by the Sorcery killings and crimes against our Women. These poor women that have fallen victim, I wonder how we became like this, how we finally let our beliefs and the fear that comes with it take control and over power our common sense and respect for all human beings. I wondered how the victims felt before their untimely death. It only brought tears to my eyes and pain to my soul. Let’s bring back the respect for our Mothers, Sisters, Aunties and Bubus…. it could be your family or friend that could fall victim next.

This Post is Dedicated to all the Women in P.N.G.

Don’t cry for me when I am gone…

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone, for when I was here you didn’t try to help me disprove the rumors…

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone, you didn’t comfort me and tell me it would all be ok…

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone, you just like everyone else looked at me with those scared & hatred eyes.

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone you didn’t try to protect me when they chased me down…

Don’t cry for me when I’m gone you heard my screams and saw my tears but didn’t try to stop them….

I see you there in the back among the angry crowd, I didn’t realize how many there were until now…I see your tears through your frightened eyes, I know now, that you too were afraid but not of me…but it’s too late… Don’t cry for me when I am gone…..

STOP SORCERY KILLINGS, STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN IN P.N.G!!!!

 

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GOD SAVE PNG

GOD SAVE PNG

~ Well worth the wait ~

I didnt have to leave my yard as I patiently waited and waited….you have no idea, i wondered how bird watchers do it but now i know as its passion that drives them, that fuels their body mind and soul to be so patient , quietly waiting, for the right time to capture that special moment…just one glimpse…oh the excitement is most definitely hard to contain but one little noise and that moment will be lost forever…..

It was most definitely worth the wait 🙂

(sorry some pics not that great)

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