Im standing on the beach at Surfers Paradise, Gold Coast, Australia
Sometimes He plans the most remarkable things in His own way....things that we have lost faith in and takes the pain away in the most unexpected of ways. We question the way things are. We ask why. There are more questions than answers. But we never give up. We should never loose faith on He who holds our breath in His hands. We hold onto His promises each day.
Beating sago the Kurti way.... (Kurti is a language group on the north coast of Manus island, PNG).
The men and boys beat the sago this way and then the women collect the pulp in bags (see two bags already filled) and then wash it using a filtration and decanting process.
The bow (n'drangkei) that Iam holding is made from the root of tree. At the edge of a bow, we attach a piece of bamboo (modou). As we lift the bow and strike the sago, it is the bamboo that scraps the sago off. The finer the sago pulp, the easier to wash by the women thus more sago is produced. A really mature sago tree like this (which is sectioned into three parts) can in total produce between two to four 10kg bags of sago
Im forgetful, too fat, considered snobish, lazy, love a good drink up, procrastinates a lot, would love to win the Oz Lotto, hates hard work but truely believes that most people by nature, are generous and will freely give to others if given the opportunity and the resources to do so. Above all, Iam a Papua New Guinean at heart.