Friday, December 19, 2014

Bootaki!!! Bootaki!!! Bootaki!!!

After familiarizing ourselves with the house of two rooms, outdoor roki and the most picturesque seaside bwia, Amanda showed us around her school’s compound.  No larger than half the size of a football field, the thirteen houses encircling the school were busy preparing the meal for our welcome celebration which was to be held later that night on the school’s compound. 
“Nako mai, Toka! Come over, sit!” we heard as we walked through the compound.  Residents beckoned us to sit and talk on their bwia.  Unable to say anything more than our names and hometowns in the Kiribati language, the families still showed great appreciation for our feeble attempts at speaking their language.  Once seated, it wasn’t long before plates of food and cups of hot tea were rushed to the center of the raised platform for our enjoyment.  We continued to receive such warm hospitality with each house we visited, making us feel more welcomed.  As the day’s sunlight faded, our visits progressively shortened, as it was time to return to our house. When we returned, we could see billowing clouds of smoke rising from the back of each house.  “They are all cooking for your welcome Bootaki tonight,” Amanda informed us as we began touring the empty classrooms.
Bootakis are highly structured celebrations that recognize special occasions, achievements, and individuals.  These celebrations recognized the celebrated individuals as well as the hosts through gift-giving, speeches, and performances.   Large celebrations took place in village maneabas, the centers of village social life.  These towering structures were as much symbolic as they were practical.  The large meeting halls reflected the village’s strength and unity.  Each supporting post in the structure represented a family lineage found within the village.  Families supported village life, as posts supported the maneaba’s roof.  When there were tensions in the village, there were tensions in the maneaba’s social system of governing. 
During celebrations, guests sat against maneaba posts facing the lagoon, while hosts sat against posts facing the ocean.  Since atolls rise just several feet above the ocean, maneaba structures are often the first things seen by approaching sea vessels; seating arrangements reflect this dichotomy.  

When missionaries came, they built their church next to the village maneaba
Local thatched roof maneaba

Instead of a maneaba, our welcome bootaki was held in a classroom.  Teachers rented a generator to provide lights and music for the celebration.  We sat according to maneaba protocol, facing the lagoon, while the teachers faced the ocean.  After a formal welcome speech, which was delivered in English by one of the teachers, we introduced ourselves in our best broken I-Kiribati.  Our introductions were riddled with multiple errors, which created roars of laughter from everyone in the room.  Laughter rose to a fever pitch when Stacy accidentally introduced herself as an ass.  We became both the guests and entertainers for the night.  Our only saving graces were the teachers who were not shy to share with us the comedy of our mistakes.  We had as much fun laughing at ourselves as the teachers did laughing at us.
Any outsider could see that the school and teachers did not have a lot of money to fund celebrations, complete with imported foods and fuel for electricity.  Nevertheless, it did not stop them from collectively gathering what funds they could to provide food, electricity and a sound system for the night.  Like the posts that supported the village maneaba, the teachers came together to support our welcome to their island, which filled us all.  In a letter home, I told my family how moved I was at receiving so much from people who clearly did not have much at all. 

Only one week in the country and I was beginning to see the world in a very different way.