Women's empowerment in Melanesian cultural contexts through sacred spaces

In Melanesian cultural settings, women's empowerment is evident in sacred spaces that uphold enduring traditions, affirm identities, and strengthen community bonds, fostering resilience and cultural continuity. Women's notable contributions in preserving traditional knowledge and practices are often overlooked in our society. A prime instance is the involvement of women in sacred spaces during customary wedding ceremonies and various traditional practices. These spaces hold substantial cultural significance, serving as revered areas exclusively dedicated to women's cultural rituals, hosting exclusive ceremonies, gatherings, and rituals. These spaces also play a pivotal role in shaping our society, village, and community, preserving our distinct values and beliefs within our learning environment.

On Pentecost, known as Sia Raga in tradition, one of these sacred spaces is observed during a traditional kastom wedding ceremony. These age-old rituals have been practiced for centuries and continue today on Raga, North Pentecost Island, Vanuatu. During these ceremonies, the bride circles the fire four times inside the Gamali or Nakamal (Gamali being the Raga term for a meeting house, commonly referred to in Vanuatu's Bislama as Nakamal). She carries a palm leaf, symbolizing her new life and home with her groom, alongside a young coconut representing fertility.

By Mere Tari Sovick






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Melanesian Sisterhood Creed

Notre directeur, le Dr. Mère Sovick, et la merveilleuse Anna Naupa, ont animé l’atelier sur le credo des sœurs mélanésiennes en utilisant des techniques de partage, de création et de tissage pour élaborer en collaboration un credo des sœurs mélanésiennes.Nous espérons que ce credo sera une source de force et d'inspiration pour toutes nos sœurs mélanésiennes, qu'elles soient proches ou eloignées  Visitez notre site web pour en savoir plus sur le credo et l'atelier qui s'est tenu en Juillet 2023: Credo de la Sororité Mélanésienne

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The Valley of Deaths

Felt scared to check my social media

My homeland, the place I call home, is not a safe and peaceful place to live anymore...

Pagan and backward were labels stuck on my forehead...

I Read obituaries for the 'late' every single day now

The word 'R I P' popped up on my screen daily...

Radio broadcast the mourning families announcement constantly...

This mourning song and the sad tales keep going on and on...

The list is getting longer..

List of names of friends, families, acquaintances are mounting up...

Some souls lost by design..

Some lives are taken deliberately by the very poor health services…

Some deaths ended by bullets

Some lives were taken by poisons in cans and bottles...

Being the heir of this rich and wealthy land is a curse for me...

We can die without any reasons

Being heir or heiress is A STRONG REASON to rip off our soul and mutilate us into pieces..

Laws and policies are created to bind us tightly...

Voices are silenced with laws and prisons

Peaceful rallies or demonstrations are forbidden...

Speaking the truth can bring us into a prodeo hotel...

No one must find out about us!

We are isolated from the outside world...

Even our closest brothers and sisters abandon us...

We are left to cry alone

I cried and screamed for 61 years now

Still, no ears are willing to help

Our cry had reached the deaf ears

I know now that I cannot depend on you or anyone else...

This sad tale is mine only

I will wipe my tears

I will continue my journey..

Truth is my true companion

That's the only thing I need

I understand the language of betrayal

I have seen it...

I can sense it...

I have tasted it…

After all...

This is my fight

This is my tale

It is my fate

I will stand up

I won't give

Not yet!

NOT NOW !!

F R E E D O M ✊🏽🔥

By Esther Haluk (West Papua)

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Education- The Key to a Girl’s future

Under my mother’s care, I was educated
She taught me to wash, clean and sweep
She taught me falafala [the ways of living]
She taught me how to weave the kaufe (traditional mat)
With its many uses.
The kaufe was used as an umbrella
A sleeping mat
A storage wrap,
of all dried food
A wedding present
it symbolizes, tribe, clan, and wise teachings
This gives her the right
To train those who will arise in her future home
The bride takes the Kaufe to her new home
She laments the loss
Of her known environment
She reminisces her childhood
And remembers all she learnt
As her learning process replays
She remembers her mother’s voice
Her father’s training
It now dawns on me
As the world is changing
So are the ways of learning
Our education system has slithered away from home
into the classroom of the Western system
She laments, when she leaves home
The Boarding school awaits
My mother cried relentlessly
Her daughter is ready to be taught by another teacher
Mother dear may never have the chance to meet the new teacher
Her village is far away
She cries to the evening wind
As the sun sets on the sea
The boarding school is far, far away
And yet her daughter has left her side
To be learned at the boarding school
She is willing to accept this change
Because in the classroom is where
Her new future lies
What? What does her future hold?
Only education can tell
Her future lies in the efforts she puts
In reading, writing and learning
This is where her future lies
It will never be the same again
Life has changed
Mother laments
But now it’s a different kind of lament

By Ruth Maetala (Solomon Islands )

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