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  EARLY LIFE Late Agatha Waramin was born Agatha Yowori Wakahanduo on 25th May, 1944 in Mawindoku village, Wewak District. She was the first child of Peter Wakahanduo and Cecilia Jaramanay. She lived with her wawo’s wife at Mawindoku while her family lived at Koiken village or small village called Havihasa and later moved to Koiken to attend school. She attended Wirui Primary School, completing standard 1-6 and later went to Rabaul completing Standard Form 1 to Form 4 at Our Lady of Sacred Heart (OLSH) Vunapope.  She started her teacher training the following year at OLSH, Kabalio Teachers college and graduated as a Primary School teacher. She then returned to Wewak and taught at Dagua Catholic Mission Primary School 1962-1966.  MARRAGE AND FAMILY At the age of 22 in 1966, Agatha meet Clement Waramin. Two years later and 1968, they exchanged rings in Christ the King Cathedral, Wirui and got married. Eventually they had seven children: Edward, Late Louis, Daniel, Louis, late Robert, She

  This picture reminds me of my childhood. Now grown, I look back at the days my parents sacrificed to provide the best that they can give to me and my siblings. We didn't have much, but we always have each other. We did everything as a unit, never apart. Dad was always the one in front, leading, hitting the hardest waves we've faced My dad was a teacher at a boarding school. This means he had to get up early on some days to supervise the student at the mess, stay up late to ensure students study and return to their dorms, stay up late on weekends to complete lesson plans or assessments. Apart from that, he was the alternate emergency driver. We often get woken up in the middle of the night when his colleagues or students come looking for a driver for emergency hospital runs or airport runs. Its about a 30-45 minutes' drive one way. I've never heard him complain once. My parents were also very dedicated Christians - they were Jehovah's Witnesses. Our home was always

As we journey through the unknowns, little did we know that our lives would have dramatically changed over the course of two years. We've fallen pregnant, fallen ill, went broke, got into fights, stressed over work, stressed over family obligations, stressed over our health, where to live, what to eat and how to take care of our family. But you stood tall, with your head held high, never showing your weaknesses to anyone, fought each day with the hope of a better tomorrow. I loved you for your patience (although you say its not your biggest strength, you totally outmatched my patience lately). I loved you for your kind heart and selflessness - you would put everyone first no matter what. I loved you for your beauty, your smile, your voice and your touch. I loved you for carrying Tristan in your womb for 9 months, for all the love you showed him, for the care and the motherly affection.  Even in the midst of my break-downs, you kept sane and remain vigorous to fight whatever the wor

  Hi Everyone! I'm Tristan - AKA Mr BoogieBoo. My dad is probably exaggerating right now but I can only say 'Der', 'Mam-mam' and 'Tatatata.....'! Anyways, here a little update on my journey so far A TRIP TO WEWAK A lot of things happened in the life of BoogieBoo during the span of time since my last post. he traveled! Yes, and this time with mummy and daddy. He traveled home to Wewak, to see his 'GGMa' (Great Grand Ma) and 'GGPa' (Great Grand Pa) who were over the moon to hold him in their arms. Tristan with GGMa and GGPa It was a short stay. One visit, and back to our humble home in the big city. Who knows if we will ever visit the grannies again - only time will tell. Grandma and Grandpa went home too. This means, after our return, Mr BoogieBoo had to adjust to a new environment and a new baby sitter - Mummy Hilu. Mummy and Daddy still had to go to work! Mummy sacrificed her first few days to stay back and care for him until the new Mummy H

Dear Rocco, Last night I was looking through my old pictures on Facebook and saw your comments and reactions. I know you are no longer in pain and that you are free of it. I can only imagine how life would be like if you were still around. Things have changed drastically over the past few months. Our son - your little name-sake has kept me and Stella so busy that time flew by like the wind. I bought a car like we planned but I still live in our same house house. The floor mats you bought and the curtains still hang. I had mixed feelings about still living in the house, I still have doubts now - whether to leave it all behind and move on, or stick around with some memories you with us.  Remember the camera you bought during your graduation, yes its still with me and I gave it to little Rocco. Its his now, just like all the other properties he claimed - he is now the boss of the house. I'm sure you both would have a special bond. Seeing him growing up reminds me of our childhood. I b

  Picture: 'The conversation' It seems, this is the era where all wise and humble elders of our community is ending. Those elders who have lived fully, without regrets, as they have at some point, achieved something greater than themselves. They came from subsistence farmers and hunters, from the remotest parts of the country but made it to the shores Port Moresby and even beyond. They were taught by expats, looked down on, frowned upon, discarded but have never resorted to violence but rather with humility. Their humble beginnings is what led us - the privileged and ungrateful generation - to where we are now. Their vision, was for a peace and unity - to put provide permanent and stable homes for their families, lessen the load of bilums that their mothers carried, food and medicine for their siblings and to lay down the bloody bows and arrows that their fathers carried.  Sadly, when it was our turn to carry the batten, we added more bilums, bags and bastards to mothers, gave

  Bye BuMan.  You have lived long enough to share your life with your bubus. We'll miss your stories - the detailed stories of your younger days, places you've been and the people you've met. You have truly impacted a lot of people around you, directly or indirectly, especially our fathers & mothers, who never fail to remind us about the person you are.  I'm sorry that life has to be tougher towards the end of it, but this is the fate we all will face as we all have sinned. But I am certain you have lived a fulfilled life with very little regret. May you and bubu meri be remembered always, and that our children and their children never forget the beautiful souls you were to us. Thankyou and we will miss you dearly. With love, Bubus Picture: Duncan, the Late Desmond Rocco, the Late Agatha Waramin (Bubu Meri/ Bubu Gelelu), and now the Late Clement Horambe (BuMan/ Bubu Molake) 2018 Rocco's graduation kaikai at Gerehu Big Haus