Monday, September 18, 2017

Politics maketh monsters of peoples

it's a week out from elections and it is cuuuuraaaazzzzyyyy

Everywhere we are - politics is completely in yer facials and I cannot wait for it to pass. 

This time round it's been really exciting because up to now, we have no idea who will win. 
anyhow, what im thrilled about it the number of young people who have stepped up as candidates, it's super encouraging! 

Now, the funny part I have come to learn about politics in the Pacific space is that it is an absolutely contested space between strong opinions, alliances and belief systems. 
In short, it's a pacific clusterf$%k. 

anyhow, some of the highlights of election build-ups so far are:

Sexism is well and alive. 

There are more stupid people in the world than there are, informed and critical thinking humans. duh. 

It's a contest of those who champion for themselves in an individual "me me me" world versus the well-being of a nation. 

You don't get alaga pua'a and corned beef for your tick here - so different from my villarg lol 

It's almost over. 

The fact that vote in te reo is : poti. which also means cat.

"A nation's greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members." ~ Mahatma Ghandi

Monday, August 21, 2017

Catholic Fagogo

I'm doing a fagogo tomorrow to a catholic school.
It's giving me fond memories of my own catholic school and the things learnt that I now recall with fondness(and will form part of my story - minus the juicy version).

The Irish nuns who taught us limerick and songs that I thought were catholic and then discovered in NZ that they're really more popular in pubs. Cheers!

The hidings with the broom for not have clean nails and a handkerchief pinned and ironed onto our uniform pockets.

Countless fundraisings and the missing monies thereafter, choohooo. Tausala, lulu - raffle, kusiga igoa, tausala, lulu-raffle, tausala, raffle, lulu, tausala.

The large trees that we climbed into and played under, digging out afako and searching for treasure.

The breadfruits that fell to the ground and sticks to yer jandals.

The walks home where we eat several meals from Fusi to Sapapalii to Safuapalamims and swim in the pools before getting home.

The catholic mass services that started every term, ended every term and marked every occasion.

The truck that arrives with milk biscuits after the storm.

The angry nun that screams from morning to noon.

The clothes bazaar where the room is full of bodies grabbing bargains.

The Fridays spent cutting grass with sapelus (machetes), weeding vaofefe, eating ice blocks from Oka Fauolo's mom's freezer, eating mangoes from Leilua Kelemekes dipped in salt, running away from wild dogs barking, eating cream buns under the pulu tree, drinking from the tap, ringing the bell and hearing music from the church, watching the mom coming to avenge the child who made her child cry, playing tip top with wool and aki with small rocks until someone wins, or cries.

The smell, oh the smell of purple carbon paper that we write our answers on so diligently.

Year 1 swims in the ocean even though only a few of the kids knew how to swim. Building resilience if you survive it haha,

The scandal, the scandal and the children that watch and absorb it all.

Oh the joys of catholic schooling, filled with fun, fear, feasts, faith and now, fagogo.


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Samoan when you're down.

Another *cute example of how another mainstream newspaper views a story:
That a woman who is a kiwi, represents Local government, an accomplished citizen of NZ, graduate and leader is simply reduced to being "othered" because she spoke up about racism.
"Samoan politician" ain't it adorable how ethnicity comes in so handy when it's a contentious issue but no questions asked about her kiwiness if she was throwing a javelin at Olympics? Or winning a golf tourny?
I suppose Bern...ard Orsman, the writer of this saw that a woman has complained, read the press release by Skycity and thought: yep, they're just doing their job.
He also refers to Efeso Collin's experience last year and in a negative way., as if they were crying wolf and thrown unfounded accusations.
Absolutely *cute.
Skycity - quick to rob but slow to grow a conscience.

*cute: how privilege views the world and judges everyone not part of that privilege.


Borrowing in the samoan context

I imagine that as the world evolves and humanity strides ahead, one thing will not never. ever. change.

My people's interpretation of the concept  'Borrowing'., faagoi (ae le fa'afoia, oi aue)

Here's what the borrow word means in my village:
When the kid from the house next to your house comes to say:
"My mother sent me to borrow your teuila flowers because it's our family's turn to decorate the pulpit this Sunday"

This means they are asking to take something, and there is no intention of returning it.

Things that people borrow pretty much range from anything to everything that can be moved, lifted and taken.

One of the things that baffled/angered me growing up was seeing MY clothes on the pa'uelo girl from the village, and knowing it was "borrowed" from our washing.

Or seeing our bed sheets blowing from their clothesline - along with our last name brightly marked on the corner of the sheet - and seeing the borrower - owner deny taking it.

Borrowing with no intention of returning occurs right through our system.

Even last week, there was that list of names in the newspaper stating those who owe money to a local business.

And then a sort of related case of crook or fake 'real estate' people who take money off people and

But I take you back now on a little borrow kind of fagogo - except, this shit is real.
Please note, If you're a self-righteous perfect person with morals intact, I beg you, please fuck off now because this fagogo will offend you. ok bye,

Now, where was I?

"There is a guy who is basically a born pervert. He is famous for masturbating while women are showering unaware. He is so well known for his perversion that he had been fined several times by the village council, which ironically are full of perverts anyway, but that's another fagogo.
Anyway, I know a woman who was showering one day and as she was lathering soap on her body, she looked down at the hole where the water flows into and she saw the infamous guy's face - but that's not the funny part. That comes next, ...he was lying down on the ground, with his face looking up where that soap and water is splashing and so he was repeatedly wiping it off his face with one hand and his other hand was beating his tipo. So you can imagine, it was a real juggling act.
The woman pretended she didn't see the perv and quickly finished, then walked out, towelled and ran outside to catch him.
She caught his as he was adjusting his lavalava, and he was sort of dirty from lying down in the dirt,
She was angry and yell what the fuck he was doing there and in a rather calm manner, he responded:
"Oh hi, I came to borrow some kipolo" (minor detail, there isn't a single kipolo tree in the whole area.

So you see, the art of borrowing is pretty complex in the samoan context. No doubt there are exceptions and if you've never encountered a problem with someone borrowing your valuables permanently, I say this to you. You lucky fukker. Keep those freaks close to your heart because they are special and rare and unique.

My message for the month is this:

If someone borrows something for you and they are Samoan, say bye. Just. say. bye. to your belonging.
Kiss it, hug it, say some words of love because this is goodbye,.
If it comes back to you ae le'i malepelepe, good on you.
If not, at least you say your goodbyes,

Things people borrowed from me and I want it back:

-My Pablo escobar book
-My pink shoes in Year 4 that I left in my bag when our class when fishing and then I got a subsequent hiding for not looking after my shoes even though the ailalafa chic from sapapalii took it
- Our family tuiga that up to this day remains with a family who borrowed it and never came back
- My elei white puletasi that I saw in the washing in Paia even though we were only dropping in to visit family
- Our cow St John that a family from Puapua picked up one day but I know ended up at the funeral
- My scarves - sisters, I'm looking at you bitches
- My pony that I never owned.
- My virginity - oh wait. nevermind hahaha

ia, ua lava ia kala

Friday, June 09, 2017

Mom doing her siva

Last week, the long anticipated Life-Con explosion took place in Samoa.
It looked amazing!!!
anyhow, mom ended up doing her usual  but this time, my friend sent a vid of her siva and when I posted it on FB - there were so many comments and shares about her performance.,lol

Mom has always been and always will be the performers. She's a gifted dancer and she puts her emotions into that siva like her life depends on it.

We are absolutely blessed to have her as our mom and pray that she continues to stay joyful and dancing for a very long time.

proud of my momma,

and love you Henry for recording!