Opinions of a murri woman...

Opinions of a murri woman...

Monday, May 23, 2011

To The Torres Straits and Beyond!


To say the past 5 months has been a rollercoaster for my brother and I would be an understatement. After our mum passed away in December, I threw away my job with ABC radio and an opportunity to work for Triple J in January and moved straight back to North Queensland to take care of my brother full time. This has been my fulltime job since returning and as for radio; well it took a back seat in my life for the first time in 7 years.

5 months away in the radio industry is a LONG Time; Styles change, new people enter the industry, technology advances, music changes, news stories develop daily. While all this was occurring in the radio sector, I wasn’t even remotely focused on any of it, until the week that just passed.

There are many Indigenous radio stations all over Australia, from Capitol Cities and towns such as Sydney (Koori Radio), Darwin (Larrikia, Teeba Radio), Melbourne (3KND), Townsville (4k1g), Cairns (Bumma Bippera), to the most remote parts of the country (Pakam network), Alice Springs (CAAMA Radio, 8kin Fm), Maningrida and others. Indigenous Radio is not only important for the diversity of Australia, but for many of these communities, it is the heartbeat and the go to for community information.

I started my career in Indigenous media and still hold it in high regards. Indigenous media is constantly being watched and is never underestimated because it is a voice for Indigenous Australians and a way of being able to communicate, educate and entertain our people. As far as I’ve come since my years in Indigenous media, I still never forget where I come from and am proud to represent indigenous media to this day.


I was lucky enough to be asked by my old place of study, The Australian Film Television and Radio School from Sydney to help deliver a Radio workshop as a facilitator on beautiful Thursday Island in the Torres Straits in this past week. AFTRS runs and delivers 4 short radio workshops a year to indigenous communities all over the country, with the aim of refreshing and teaching Indigenous broadcaster’s basic radio skills to improve their on air skills and their overall sound of their respected radio stations. To be asked to help lecture a radio workshop to over 12 people in a community I’ve never been too was going to be a challenge, but one I took up, and with that, I was off to ‘T.I’...

Flying on the plane up, I was so amazed to see how beautiful our North Queensland coastline is. Looking out the window, you couldn’t tell where the sky started and where the water began, the blues were so bright and the water so calm. The Great Barrier Reef was on show to its full potential thanks to the beautifully sunny day we were presented with that Sunday arvo. I sat and listened to my specially made ‘T.I Beats’ playlist on my I-phone and enjoyed the hour and a half plane ride, all the while wondering what my co-lecturer looked like. To my surprise, ‘Mitch’ my co-lecturer ended up sitting in the seat behind me on the packed Qantas plane.


After a bumpy landing thanks to the strong sea breeze, we landed safely on Horn Island, aka walk across the tar mat through a colourful blue gate that says arrivals, right beside the gate that says departures. Our baggage was collected and put on a bus, and there I sat with Mitch chatting for the 10mins bus ride to the Jetty. Off the bus and onto ferry, and there we took a 5 minute boat ride across the picture perfect Thursday Island, then onto another bus to check into our hotel for the week.

The weather was so hot and sticky, a far cry from the cool Tablelands weather I had become used too in the past few weeks. Humidity and a burning hot sun hit me as soon as we left the hotel to have an afternoon walk. Later that evening, I met a few of the outer Island participants who had flown from their small communities (Warraber Island), (Yam Island), (Erub Island) to join in the week’s workshops. Harry, George, Raina and Rita were all really excited and ready to learn some new skills to later take back to their radio stations in their communities.

During our chats, a few of them mentioned that its common practice for them to sometimes be the only announcer for their stations on their islands, which for the most times requires them to be on air for over 12-14 hours in one day. As crazy as it is to believe, many do it straight or with minimal breaks in between because they love it and because they know they’re communities need it and expect it. Meeting such vibrant people who actually do this kind of hard work in radio, with average or below average equipment and resources, in townships of just over 250 people at times, earnt nothing but respect from me and after yarning for a good half an hour with the mob, the heat was getting to me and I called it a night. Air con pumping and a dark room, I slept soundly before my first day of lecturing the next morning.


Monday morning and day one of the workshop, Mitch and I arrived early to set up at Port Kennedy hall where the workshop was to be held and waited for the participants to arrive. One by one they came in and introduced themselves. The familiar faces I met last night were all smiles and eager to start. The main radio station on Thursday Island and for the Torres Straits is ‘TSIMA’ Or Torres Strait Islander Media Association’, Radio 4MW. The crew had shut their station for the weeks training and set their station to automation so they could all take advantage of the AFTRS training.

As everyone took their seats, Mitch and I began the workshop by introducing ourselves and I began by acknowledging the Traditional Owners of the country as always. I found their reactions of ‘OOHHH SO YOUUUURR HER’ quite funny when I mentioned to everyone that I used to do breakfast radio at 4k1g (Sister station to their station) under the radio name of ‘CJAY’. One of the participants ‘Uncle Walter Lui’ came in late to the workshop and missed the Introductions came up to me in the morning tea break and looked at me with a confused look on his face and asked me reluctantly if I was ever on 4K1G, and when I explained to him my former position, he said he knew it was me (CJAY) because he had recognised my voice. He said he’d followed my career and remembered when I finished my last day on radio in Townsville and tuned in for it. I have been off air from 4k1g for just over a year and a half now and for him to say that to me was very humbling.

Industry Overview, Clocks and content, Content for Radio; selecting, preparing and writing were the first issues covered in the day and my first taste of Radio again in over 5 months. Finishing the day off, I went back to my hotel and sat at the Hotel Bar to hack into some wireless and felt that buzz of media come flooding back to me. I loved every minute of it and couldn’t wait to start the next day.


I went to school with a few girls from T.I, I studied at University with a few mob from T.I, I worked with a lot of Torres Strait Islanders and a lot of my best friends are Torres Strait Islanders, so over the years and friendships, I’ve come to learn and understand the lingo that is Creole. Broken English if you aren’t used to it, can be difficult to comprehend and can seem like a whole other language, so when it came to breaking down the information of the workshops, I felt I did it with ease. It was helpful for a lot of the participants as well as many of them didn’t shy away as they normally would to strangers and felt comfortable to ask me questions and know that they weren’t going to be understood when they spoke. Having the opportunity to speak and understanding basic Creole again felt deadly and was something I hadn’t had the chance to do as much since leaving Townsville.

Day two of the workshop, and I started to feel more confident with teaching and delivering some of the modules. ‘Interviewing and Developing Pre Recorded Packages’ were on the agenda and the group loved the exercises we would get them to do after each session. Well some did... hehe


The people of Thursday Island were all really friendly, and the surroundings were equally inviting. It’s the kind of place where people say good morning to you, where the sun beams early at 6am, where the water is so Blue and turquoise, the sea breeze blows strong and the food expensive but fresh. The hotel we stayed at had expensive meals, so each night we had a pub feed, with Reef and Beef, seafood baskets, fresh barra and salads on the menu, oh and did I mention, a crayfish pie for breakfast one morning.? Ah yeah, only on T.I...




Day three and the last day of the workshop started at the TSIMA studios where Mitch and I took two separate groups and got them to work on Audio Production and creating a pre-recorded package. Mitch headed back to Brisbane early and I was left to hold the forte for the rest of the afternoon. As the day came to an end, I was sad to say goodbye to the staff from TSIMA and the deadly mob from the outer Islands. I had my last dinner on T.I with Rita, and a enjoyed a few beers with Walter and Harry that arvo. The next morning I woke to turkeys squabbling just outside my hotel window and was wide awake way earlier than I needed to be. Not long after, I jumped on the 8:45am bus to the ferry, and as the sun rose over the water, I farewelled beautiful T.I and set sail for Horn Island, then back to cairns by plane by 12pm.

What an experience; flying to the tip of Australia for my very first time to the Torres Straits and for my first taste of Radio in 5 months. I’ve always had a dream of teaching radio to my own people, Indigenous People, but never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever get the chance to do it at the age of 26. The feeling was nothing like I’ve ever experienced. The thrill of giving back, teaching, on top of my passion of radio, was truly unbelievable and I actually didn’t want to leave. I feel so fortunate for the opportunity and am looking forward to my second workshop at the end of next month in Sydney where I get to do it all over again with another group and another community. Bring it on!!


To the participants and the people of the Torres Straits, mina big essos to you pla for the warm welcome and hospitality you showed to me while I was on your beautiful country. I am blessed to have met you all and I can’t wait to one day go back to visit you all... Till next time... Yowal,

One love and one life.



xoxo

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

A not so happy mother's day...

'Where will you be in 5 years from now?

I got asked this question just the other day, and I truthfully could not answer it. I’ve gone through my life so far planning and setting goals for myself, and all except a few, I have achieved. One of my main philosophies in life up until this point has been ‘No Regrets’. No regrets on the things you do, the things you say and on what choices you make day in and day out because what is meant to happen at that very moment in your life and will shape you to be the person who you are and become. Up until now, I have been able to say that I never once had any regrets on what I have done in my life so far, both the good and the bad.

When I was asked where I would be in 5 years, I knew I couldn’t honestly answer that question with a realistic outlook, so instead said, I wasn’t sure. Most people would say it’s a bad thing not to have a plan or not to have anything to work towards, but in my truthful opinion, I can’t give answer right now, because the lesson I have been taught in the past 6 months is, that ANYTHING can happen. Life has a way of twisting and changing when you least expect it. With that in mind, I am now learning to take it one day at a time and know that whatever will be will be.

My biggest regrets have come in the form of my relationships; my relationship with my mother in particular. My mum and I weren’t always close. We fought a lot when I was a teenager and as I read out in front of hundreds of people at her funeral service; my mum and I fought a lot because we were the same. It wasn’t until I left home that I realised this, and my mum and I became closer. Growing up with my mum wasn’t easy. She was known for her fiery temper and could hold a screaming match with me for hours.

My mum had a shocking upbringing (she too lost her mother at a very young age, forcing her to help raise her younger brothers and sisters) and became a mother herself at a young age to my older sister. When she was alive, she would always maintain that she didn’t have a role model of her own to base her parenting skills on, which meant she wasn’t always the best mother to us in her eyes. To me, she wasn't always perfect (who is) but she did the best she could with what she was given and gave us more than a lot of others in the world have.


My biggest regrets are that I only became closer to my mum in the last few years. I always loved her and appreciated her, but not to the extent that I feel I should’ve. I always envisioned my mother growing old and me and my sister fighting over who would take care of her while she bossed us around like an old black lady does with their kids, but instead, I only got to spend 25 short years with her before she passed away at the age of 49.

Four months later and the feelings of grief I have for my mum are still very raw. The days have gotten easier and I can now smile again. The crying when I go to sleep and when I wake has now subsided. Listening to the songs I played at her service or looking at photos has now become easier to do once more. I have comes to terms with the road that I live now and am happy that I am here spending the days and nights growing up my brother and being responsible for him becoming a strong young black man.

With these positives, there are also still moments that creep up on me. Remembering special times with mum and or just missing her wisdom and support will often cause unexpected tears to swell and my heart to once again ache. Although these times are hard, the hardest part is knowing that this part of the process will probably never leave me, and in a way I am glad it won’t because it means she is not forgotten.

I think if anyone knew how long they actually have to spend with their loved ones, they would appreciate them and treat them with the greatest respects every single day. For anyone who has ever lost someone who is close, I don’t think it’s irrational for me to wish that my mother were still here and that I could spend more time with her or tell her that I loved her more. As much as this eats away at me, the reality is, that’s the way it was, that’s the way life played out so far for us. My mother, if she were still here would do it all over again, the good and the bad and I would too. As hard as it is to dwell on regrets, I know there is nothing I could’ve changed, but am so grateful that my mum and I formed a healthy and happy friendship and bond long before she passed and for that, I am forever grateful.

Although she won't be here physically this weekend to celebrate Mothers Day, my brother and me will light a candle and still make the day about our mum... To my beautiful, funny, caring, LOUD, strong, intelligent, outspoken, loving mother, We miss you more than words can say and I cannot wait for the day we meet again... Until then...



One Love, One Life....