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suaraperempuan-blog · 6 years ago

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Yang Menyublim di Sela Hujan

Kutipan kalimat diatas merupakan judul buku milik Bang Fawaz-seorang penulis dari tanah betawi-

Setelah beberapa hari menyempatkan melahap tuntas buku ini, akhirnya terselesaikan. Aku ingin menuliskan sedikit perihal buku ini. Saat itu aku memesan langsung dari toko buku di Jogjakarta, bersamaan dengan adanya seminar nasional yang kuikuti. Buku ini jadi buku kesekian yang masuk buku keinginan untuk dibaca. Di dalamnya tertulis perjalanan panjang Bang Fawaz saat menjadi relawan guru Sokola Rimba di Mumugu Batas Batu, Distrik Sawaerma, Ibu Kota Agats, Papua. Selama sembilan bulan ia mengajarkan program Literasi Terapan untuk anak-anak di Mumugu.

Kisah yang ditulis begitu renyah, menggunakan bahasa sehari-hari seperti di buku diari. Jadi, kita mudah sekali terbawa suasana dan berimajinasi bagaimana penggambaran kondisi di MBB (Mumugu Batas Batu). Perjalanan menuju desa ini tak semulus yang kita kira, jalur transportasi yang tidak bisa dipastikan membuat Bang Fawaz mengalami kesulitan seperti tak adanya jadwal pasti kapal yang akan menuju desa MBB atau dikarenakan cuaca yang tak bisa diprediksi. Hanya tersedia dua jalur yang tawarkan : air dan udara. Jalur trans papua masih dalam masa pengerjaan, jadi masih belum bisa diakses. Melalui buku ini, pandangan kita seperti dijungkirbalikkan mengenai penilaian selama ini tentang Papua. Suku yang katanya hanya berisi orang-orang yang suka marah-marah, suka berperang, dan kurang berpengetahuan.

Bang Fawaz juga mengimbuhi beberapa pemahaman mengenai cara pendidikan yang disertai improvisasi. Ia menerapkan pendidikan yang membantu kebudayaan di masyarakat setempat, tak pernah kaku seperti apa yang ditawarkan sistem pendidikan kita saat ini. Para murid yang ada di MBB memanggil Bang Fawaz dengan sapaan "Pak Guru". Satu murid yang juga kuingat namanya hingga buku ini selesai dibaca ialah Tadius Bisaka; kebiasaannya yang melucu memberikan kesan tak terlupa. Dapat diakui bahwa orang timur seperti di Papua memiliki selera humor yang tinggi. Beberapa kali Bang Fawaz membuktikan melalui catatannya.

Pengalaman yang menantang, sekaligus tak terlupakan begitu kesimpulan dari tulisan Bang Fawaz. Ada pula unsur-unsur pemahaman yang coba didialogkan disini, masih seputar cara pandang terhadap suatu suku, dan pendidikan. Saat penugasannya di MBB berakhir. Perasaan haru, bangga dan sedih berkecamuk bagi warga MBB sekaligus relawan dari Sokola Rimba. Mengenal dan hidup berdampingan selama sembilan bulan cukup membuat rasa kehilangan di diri Bang Fawaz.

Saran lain dari buku ini masih ada beberapa tulisan yang perlu di koreksi pada halaman tertentu. Tetapi secara keseluruhan buku ini menginspirasi. Apalagi untuk diriku sendiri menjadi semakin sadar, bahwa sebagai seorang guru bukan memaksa anak didiknya untuk belajar. Tetapi belajar digunakan untuk memberikan pengetahuan baru mengenai permasalahan hidup yang dihadapi.

Buku yang terekomendasi bagi para guru, ataupun calon guru di luar sana. Selamat membaca, Salam Literasi.

— suaraperempuan

Blitar, 01 Februari 2019

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antarpapuanews · 4 years ago

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Long boat terbalik, 1 Orang Meninggal Dunia

Timika, APN – Satu orang meninggal dunia setelah sebuah long boat berpenumpang tiga orang terbalik di perairan Sawaerma. Ilustrasi pencarian korban perahu terbalik (Foto: Istimewa) Menurut keterangan pers yang diterima antarapapuanews.com pada Senin (3/5/2021) sore, Kantor Pencarian dan Pertolongan Asmat pada Senin (3/5) pukul 10:40 WIT menerima laporan dari Jonatan selaku keluarga korban,…

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pausedby · 10 years ago

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Life in Asmat

The last and the first time I visited Asmat was on 2013. I was staying for about two weeks there, including one week in Sawaerma, one of the most remote villages. Remembering how I get there, it is actually hard for me to not missing to be there. I was on an assignment from Keuskupan Jakarta to document the people, social life, and the culture of Asmat. After several years of keeping the photograph only on my disk with only few of it has been used and published. I plan to make other stories from the unpublished photographs.

To get to this place, I needed to get myself travelled in various mode of transportation. From Java, it took 6 hours of flight to get to the main city, Timika. From there, I needed to wait for several days for the flight by propeller plane to Ewer due to its limited schedule. After one and half hour on the modest plane, I finally arrived in Ewer, the nearest airport to Agats, Asmat district. I stretched my back for a little while then I quickly jumped to the speedboat which took us to Agats in 25 minutes through water and coastal swamp. I haven’t reached my destination yet.

I stayed for several days in the district’s bishopric while waiting for the next trip. There were almost no signal here even to make calls. From here, our trip depended much on the rainwater in order to get the speedboat run. After few days with beautiful blessed rain, I continued another long journey to Sawaerma, 6 hours on speedboat. It takes 30 litres of gasoline to get the boat to Sawaerma, which means we need to bring 60 litres for the round-trip, back and forth.

The first thought that came to my mind is that I needed to make stories about the people in Sawaerma, the remote village which I had spent most of the day in Asmat. Until now, I still remember the routine I had there, waking up early and grab breakfast in Pastor’s house--which functions also as the school head office. The pastor is also the school headmaster. When I asked him why he stays in the same house with the office, he just answered that there’s more people staying there, there are other teachers and members to make conversation with. He refused to stay in separate place because he does not want to be considered special. It was too quiet perhaps. He wants to make social interaction with others. Well, a good reasons since the only modes of communication is having conversation. Some people owned phone, but the entertainment they could get from that maybe only the phone game, music, or the chiming ringtones which they sometimes play with, as modest music entertainment.

To get to the school office (I wouldn’t call it office since it is pretty much like a simple family house), I should to walk across the bridge over the river for about five minutes. I need to watch out of the bridge above the river since the pathways in Asmat are all on board made above the land. It sometimes becomes a joke that Asmat people never step on ground, they all walk above the wood path. The houses are also made above the land. If I look down, sometimes I see some farm animals like pig and chicken. The wet ground is the place for people to keep and feed the animals.

In front of Pastor’s house, there are some areas on the front with plants of eatable vegetables like cucumber and string bean. It is true that Asmat soil is not good for plantation. Pastor has asked some locals to bring the soil from the jungle which he considered as a good soil to plant something. The result is not disappointing. He can start his own small plantation in front of his house, also some wider area near just behind the school. When he got one or two full container of cucumbers and string beans, he will bring it to the other small part of the village and get it sold through the food seller there. Local people are quite enthusiastic.

The sad story was—based on the pastor—the local people do not want to get their own small plantation even the church has taught them how to grow the plant and even gave them the seeds. They prefer to buy it rather than grow it themselves. I see that the price is not dissatisfying; they could get two medium cucumbers for ten thousands rupiahs, equal to half pack of cigarettes. Considering this, I do not see why the locals do not grow or develop their own plants. If you visit Sawaerma now, in front of several local houses you might find used—or broken—small boat with few soil on it. It was used as a pot to plant.

There are many interesting inter-cultural things here in a very remote place of Indonesia. You might find yourself get stranded in 40 years back in time. You might find yourself in a place where everything is limited. It might not easy for someone who gets used to live in a big sophisticated city like in Java. The electricity ran from diesel machine is only from 10 am to 10 pm. Considering that almost all of them love football which held mainly in western part of Indonesia at about evening or night (Western Indonesian Time), Asmat time zone (Eastern Indonesian Time) ‘force’ the locals to spare some money to buy more gasoline to get the more hour on the electricity so they can watch the match on TV at almost midnight. But, this is what brought them together. With a small TV about 16 inch wide, students and school staffs crowdedly watch the match together in one of teacher’s house in the school housing area.

Witnessing such joy when they saw Persipura (Papuan Football Club) scored a goal, I understand that football is something that can get their spirit on fire. Their happy celebration in that small room is like echoing all over the place, leaking and sprouting out of this small house. They do love football.

On one evening I was joining a class to photographs the study and teaching, the children were quite fun, they did not get used to someone holding a camera. Then, I just put my camera and help the teacher explaining some materials for them, even mostly I helped the teacher to calm the student down, they are quite active and noisy. Me, who does not really like children, just can’t help myself. The joy was poured all over the place when I participate in the teaching.

One hour before the dawn, the students just could not wait to get out of the class and play football in the schoolyard. It is a yard made also on board above the land. The enthusiasm is high so it is able to make the teacher get them out of the class several minutes sooner. They ran outside in crowd, get the ball, and play football, no one knows their own team or the opponent team. That busy match ran about half hour, when a child told them to stop the bustling match and suggest to form several teams consist of about eight children each, one team versus another team. Those who are able to score the first goal may continue having a match against another team.

When I was following the match and also photographing them, I see that the yard board is much damaged. There are so many holes, also the board with the nail on it, some of the board bends upward. If they are not careful enough they can get a serious injury on these football yard ‘traps’. But I see no worry on their face, they are just happy playing, happy celebrating the health the wealth. The ball falls several times into the hole and they have their own fancy way to get the ball. Together they drag down a small body child whose body fits the hole, and then with both feet he holds the ball and the other children pull him up. Sometimes this plan does not work so this small child should really drop his body down the hole and take the ball with his hands, and then the team will pull him up through the hole. This incident happened several times but it is no big problem for them. Without those holes, the ball might get dropped to the outside yard, which means that they do this every time someone kicks the ball to high outside. These matches continue for about five or six times before the sun really down.

Even the village is surrounded by water, people might say that the clean water which you can consume—to drink, took a bath, wash clothes or dishes—depends on the rain water. Some school staffs often show their teeth to me, explaining that the rain acid has made their teeth get corroded. The Pastor explained to me that the river water is clean enough to consume, but seeing the brown muddy color of it, several newcomers decide to consume the rainwater. It is quite different when I see local kids playing in water. They really do the Indonesian phrase ‘sambil menyelam minum air’ (drinking while swimming/diving). They never really cared about the water. I quickly observe the surrounding houses. Those who had the rainwater container are just the houses in school area. I guess that it takes time to shift and adapt their traditional way of living to the new norms.

Asmat surely do have certain inter-cultural contaminations from the newcomer. When you enter Sawaerma to visit the school, you will pass the river path near the legendary Sawaerma Church. It is beautifully built on wood with many of Asmat carvings. The church is about 300 meters square with many carved wood including statue and its pillars. Inside, you will see the local interpretation of Jesus statue and Holy Maria. They are quite different with regular statue since the character is interpreted by Asmat local knowledge and wisdom. The crossed Jesus statue which was the biggest statue in the church, both of Jesus hands are not nailed on both side of the cross, it is just a regular standing pose, and the hands are down.

The unique thing about Asmat carving is that the always portrays the phallus. So does in the statue of crucified Jesus statue inside the church. The locals are acculturating the teaching and interpret it based on their beliefs and wisdom. Another amazing Asmat works here is the Holy Maria statue which is portrayed holding her baby not in hand as we know, but it portrays her holding the baby above her shoulder, like how Asmat people always do with their kids. I took a long deep amazed sigh realizing that those great works are results of Asmat’s deep thought and contemplation.

Arif Furqan Sawaerma, Asmat, 2013

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tvpapua-blog · 6 years ago

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Bupati Asmat: Pembangunan Puskemas Rujukan di Tiga Distrik Segera Rampung

Caption : Bupati Asmat Elisa Kambu, kunjungi Puskesmas rujukan di Distrik Sawaerma/ Istimewa

tvpapua.com, Kab. Asmat, 01/02

SWAT, Agats- Bupati Asmat Elisa Kambu menyampaikan pembangunan puskesmas rujukan Kampung Kamur Ibu Kota Distrik Pantai Kasuari, Kampung Basim Distrik Fayit dan Kampung Sauti Distrik Sawaerma di Kabupaten Asmat akan segera rampung, Kamis (31/01).

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mojokco · 8 years ago

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Menjadi Guru yang Berpihak

“The educator has the duty of not being neutral.” —Paulo Freire

Sekali waktu, saat pertama kali bertugas di Sokola Asmat, Papua, saya memperkenalkan diri dengan singkat saja seperti ini: “Selamat pagi teman-teman, nama saya Fawaz, saya berasal dari Jakarta, ibu kota Indonesia. Mulai hari ini saya akan belajar bareng teman-teman di sini. Nama saya tadi Fawaz, ya. Teman-teman boleh panggil saya Fawaz, Faway, Pawas, atau apa saja sesuka teman-teman, tapi jangan panggil saya Pak Guru.”

Sesaat setelah saya selesai memperkenalkan diri, Tadius Bisaka, 6 tahun, langsung protes, “Ah, Pak Guru, itu tidak baik itu, tidak boleh itu. Jangan ajar buruk kita orang. Kamu kan guru, jadi kita orang harus panggil kamu Pak Guru.”

Maka jadilah mulai saat itu semua murid dan semua masyarakat di lokasi saya bertugas menyapa saya dengan panggilan Pak Guru, atau mereka yang sudah tua menyapa saya dengan Anak Guru. Hanya dua orang yang tak memanggil saya Pak Guru atau Anak Guru. Mereka adalah Pastor Hendrik dan Tadius Bisaka.

Di hari pertama belajar, kabut tipis menyelimuti kampung Mumugu Batas Batu, Distrik Sawaerma, Kabupaten Asmat, Papua. Langit mendung, hawa dingin mengepung. Belasan anak duduk melingkar di selasar bangunan berbentuk rumah panggung yang diperuntukkan sebagai ruang belajar. Berbekal papan berukuran 60 sentimeter kali 50 sentimeter dan 5 buah kapur tulis, saya belajar bersama anak-anak Mumugu Batas Batu.

“Kalian sudah cukup lancar membaca dan menulis to, sekarang kita belajar huruf besar dan huruf kecil supaya tulisan kita bagus,” ujar saya membuka pelajaran.

“Ah Pak Guru, sudah pernah dulu itu, buat apa diulang lagi. Lagi pula sama saja to, mau itu huruf besar atau huruf kecil, dibacanya sama saja, kan. Jadi belajar yang lain sudah!” protes Titus Taima.

“Iyo, benar itu, Pak Guru. Trada guna kita belajar itu. Yang lain sudah. Belajar matematika lagi saja sudah. Tambah, kurang, kali, bagi, itu saja sudah, bagus itu. Supaya kami orang bisa hitung baik, tidak lagi dapat tipu-tipu kalau hitung uang bayaran kerja di pelabuhan,” Sempa Pui menambahkan.

“Kalau tetap belajar itu yang besar dan kecil padahal sama saja, baik kita main sepak bola saja sudah.” Kali ini Tadius Wenera mengancam.

Pada akhirnya kami sepakat untuk belajar matematika dasar. Karena mereka mengungkapkan contoh kasus langsung di pelabuhan, kami pun bergegas ke pelabuhan, belajar di sana, tidak di kelas atau di gedung sekolah.

Di lain tempat, di tengah hutan Taman Nasional Bukit 12, Jambi, bersama murid-murid di Sokola Rimba, kami mengulang-ulang perkataan Peniti Benang—salah seorang murid senior di Sokola Rimba—sebelum memulai pelajaran, “Bagaimana kami yang baru belajar baca tulis ini mau menjaga hutan, sedang orang pemerintahan saja tidak bisa?”

Sekali waktu, Becayo mengomentari perkataan Peniti Benang, “Yang benar, kita yang jaga hutan, orang-orang pemerintahan yang bikin hancur.” Gelak tawa pecah di antara kami.

Selama bertugas di Sokola Rimba, Jambi, kami lebih sering belajar di tengah hutan, di tepi sungai, dan di batas antara hutan dan perkebunan milik warga transmigran. Seluruh pelajaran yang dipelajari selalu dihubungkan dengan konteks menjaga hutan dan wilayah hidup Orang Rimba. Baik di Sokola Asmat dan Sokola Rimba, kami berkompromi, kami bermusyawarah untuk menyepakati lokasi belajar dan, yang paling utama, materi yang akan dipelajari.

Anak-anak di Mumugu ditipu dalam transaksi keuangan atas jasa yang mereka berikan sebagai kuli angkut di pelabuhan. Anak-anak di Komunitas Orang Rimba harus menerima kenyataan hutan yang menjadi wilayah hidup mereka terus-menerus berkurang luasannya. Dalam kondisi seperti ini, sebagai seorang pengajar, saya sepakat dengan apa yang dikatakan Paulo Freire di atas. Tak ada netralitas untuk semua ini. Guru harus berpihak.

Apa guna belajar beda huruf besar dan huruf kecil, menghitung jarak antara bumi dengan matahari dan planet-planet lainnya, mengkaji angka desimal hingga 13 angka di belakang koma, atau integral berlapis-lapis tetapi di waktu yang sama, anak-anak peserta belajar dan komunitas tempat mereka berasal sedang mengalami sebuah permasalahan pelik menyangkut hal-hal paling mendasar dalam kehidupan mereka.

Bukan, saya sama sekali bukan hendak menyepelekan pelajaran-pelajaran yang saya sebutkan di atas. Dalam tataran dan disiplin ilmu tertentu, pengetahuan-pengetahuan di atas jelas dibutuhkan. Tetapi, tidak semua murid benar-benar membutuhkan semua itu. Karena anak-anak bukan ember kosong yang bisa diisi dengan apa saja sekehendak hati. Mereka punya minat, memiliki keahlian dan bakat, juga terkait langsung dengan komunitas tempat mereka tinggal. Guru sebagai pengajar yang berhubungan langsung dengan murid-murid sudah semestinya memahami semua ini dan mengakomodasi kebutuhan murid-muridnya.

Sebab, apa guna sekolah jika mencerabut peserta didik dari realitas kehidupan sehari-hari. Apa guna pendidikan jika mengalienasi peserta didik dari adat istiadat dan kebudayaan komunitas mereka. Sekolah dan pendidikan harus berjalan beriringan, berpilin berkelindan dengan realitas keseharian dan adat istiadat serta kebudayaan komunitas tempat peserta didik berasal. Dan, pendidikan harus bermanfaat bagi kehidupan sehari-hari, berguna sebagai alat bantu memecahkan permasalahan yang dihadapi oleh peserta didik dan komunitasnya. Untuk semua ini, guru menjadi ujung tombak untuk mewujudkannya.

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