The Thriving Life of West Wangurer

West Wangurer is a part of Wangurer District in Bitung Island, located at the base of Gunung Bersaudara (“Mountain of The Brotherhood”). The pathways are quite sloping up and down, but it would be lovely to go around pedalling a bicycle on sunny days there. The sky is heartbreakingly clear.


We have a new Micro Organic Community (MOC) here after the initial training in The City Major’s official residence.

A street in West Wangurer.

A street in West Wangurer.

On the first day, we were surprised by a man who was enthusiastically tagging along and asked us to join the training. His name is Syahril Sono, born and raised in Wangurer. He was unaware that this training was reserved for women only. He seemed quite disappointed by the fact, but then he told us that he is a carpenter and we promptly had this idea to make crochet hooks from wood and bamboo. We planned to distribute the hooks to our MOC women, and we asked him to craft a sample for us.

Pak Syahril Sono was crafting a bamboo crochet hook.

We were having difficulties to source locally made wooden/bamboo crochet hooks and we were grateful to meet Pak Sono with his carving skills. We aim to encourage and support him to be our crochet hooks supplier. Pak Sono’s father also made some hooks for us, carved from coconut shells, coaxed with wax for the finishing touch.

Here are some pictures to wrap up warm memories of the second batch of fishing net bags training in West Wangurer:

Right to left: Yuli, a student, tried to pull and twist some yarn in crocheting, Ibu Aisya was also doing the same while her daughter enjoyed a bowl of biscuits.

Right to left: Yuli, a student, tried to pull and twist some yarn in crocheting, Ibu Aisya was also doing the same while her daughter enjoyed a bowl of biscuits.

 

Ibu Norma brought her grandson along to training session at Ibu RT’s house. She put the baby on a mesh hammock. She was rocking her grandchild on the hammock, trying to coo him into sleep.

In the afternoon, children went on full energy mode and sprinting around the front yards, people were having conversation while standing quite apart from each other, a small amount of shouting was ensued. This place was very much alive. Mothers was spending time with their smaller children at their front porch, including this one who taught her son how to count.

A mother was teaching her son how to count with his fingers.

A mother was teaching her son how to count with his fingers.

Written by Priliscya Isdianti.