Jesus, give us Poapoa, Watermelon, Mango
Coconut, Apple Tree, Kumala, Handsome Beans
Passionfruit and Pineapple, Pumpkin and Banana
Jesus give us all good fruit for our daily needs
Jesus my provider, blessed my redeem
Jesus give us all good fruit for our daily need
Months later I hear the same song again on Gaua Island. The children that I live with, which are already growing into my brothers and sisters, sing it endlessly. I watch them climb Mangos trees, run through the bush, fish in the reefs just of the whitest beach I have ever seen. Vincent and me stay with them. A unique connection develops within a few days. We walked in and they welcomed us. Over New Years Eve we climb up to the 120m water fall. A rough hike through thick bush and forest brings us to a spot to put up camp. We sleep early on this last night of the year. The next morning, as the sun sends her first light beams through leaves and branches, we awaken and walk to the waterfall.
Within me something new awakens on this morning. Something pure.
explore ◊ GAUA ◊ :
5 weeks I spent on an island called GAUA. A wild, strong, spiritual island. It became home. This is a DREAM.
On a sunny morning the community of Bravet kill a big, white cow to sell the meat. Very colourful meat.
On the first day of the new year I find myself sitting on a beautiful dead tree in front of a 120m high waterfall that celebrates a new beginning with me. I feel. I understand.
Endlessly they play the water with their hands, they slap and hit, they play and laugh. All day, in the shadow of the big trees, in the river or the ocean or where the two meat.
Over centuries the idea of a white supremacy has been enforced and manifested through colonialism in the now so called “developing countries”. But these global roles are ancient and wrong. Ideas about people that deserve real admiration for a forgotten strength.
Domestic violence is a present issue in many countries around the world. In Vanuatu many women, children and animals are subjected to violence on the daily basis. And they stay. They find a way to deal with it, to accept it and to still smile.
Violence, the raw physical force intended to hurt or kill a person or an animal is committed daily, endless times around the world. The cycle of hurt and anger spins and spins. But why do we hurt others? And how can we stop it from spinning?
My head is full of streams of thoughts about the disappearing island life and cultural genocides. I slowly fade into a deep, dreamful sleep. Responsibility and powerlessness fight their endless game.
After having spent Christmas morning in the Anglican Church of Aver my thoughts are circling around the churches influence on the people here. Somehow I can only see the negative side and it leaves a lingering sadness on my tongue that doesn’t want to vanish. Part two.
With a head full of thoughts about missionaries and sinners I find the way to my hammock. My belly is once again full with grey juice and some maniok. Sleep envelops me soon after I lie down. No dreams come to me on this night. Only heavy ideas and a deep satisfaction...
Since centuries christian missionaries are traveling to the most rural places in the world to convert heathens into tamely believers. What legacy do 500 years of proselytisation leave behind? A two-part experience on a small island in the South Pacific. Part One.
Pigs traditionally have an important role in Vanuatu’s kastom system. They are one of the few animals that have not been imported by the Europeans. A poem for these wonderful animals.
Every night the people of Vanuatu indulge in a ritual, they give themselves into the hands of a numbing root that grows up in the mountainous regions. Silently they drink the grey juice and connect with the sprits of the bush, their ancestors.