This time, she gave birth, disposed of the new born in a cold winter garden,
Outside her Halls of Residence.
While she suffered from internal bleeding.
She was one of the gifted few,
Who won an academic scholarship to study at the University of Otago
Which is well known for its successful Pacific Mentoring Programme.
Questions are now being asked,
Many questions indeed.
I have my own questions.
Where are her friends?
Where is her sperm-donor?
Why did she do it?
I can't imagine the pressure she felt, knowing she is carrying, but also knowing the high expectations from her family, friends, church and GOvernment.
I feel so sorry for this poor girl.
Someone will hate me for saying this(and frankly i don't give two shites) but the parents, the church, the friends, the Scholarship Committee should all take a piece of the blame.
And I too take the blame.
Because we as a community are quick to praise the good, but ignore the real issues at hand.
Every day, someone is suffering, and theyre that person you snubbed on the street, the friend you forgot to call, the child you slapped on the face because she dirtied her pink shoes.
The bottom line is, we are not the tight knit community we brag so loudly of.
There's holes, gaps and tears that drag us all downhill, theres abandoned children, battered wives, depressed faafafines and frustrated old men.
For scholarship students, the pressure is 3D times infinity because they have been heaved the expectations of success. Deliver or be disgraced.
But they should know that the weight is not their own to carry.
I.e: * momma should have talked to her about contraception, instead of assuming she's a virgin until marriage.
*The partner should have had protection
*The Government should have a set Action Plan to deals with these matters.
Back in my days of Noah, James Waterhouse used to cruise by Uni, ask us how were doing, and then off on his merry way. Brief but reassuring.
I queried about this back in 2002 when I was on the verge of incompleting my papers because i was lazy, skipping classes, laid back and simply not prioritising my work.
I suggested then that perhaps there should be a monitoring system for Samoan scholarship students.
Towards the end of my degree, Tasha Shon was working at the Samoan Embassy.
She wrote us all a letter saying she's there if we need help, yadayadayada, and then silence.
It seems like the Government knows that the problem is there but are not keen to solve it.
Well, what would it be? The peanuts for a consultant or the thousands wasted when students fail and get charged with manslaughter?
There needs to be a stronger support network/system for Samoan students studying abroad.
We mustn't forget that these students come from Samoa (Savaii included, yay!).
Where there are no secrets, no privacy, no downtime, everybody is everybody's business.
At home, you are surrounded by nagging relations.
At school, you are spoon fed and disciplined by teachers who are not afraid to whack your fingertips with the wood duster.
You are constantly supervised, controlled, interfered with and involved.
Then you get the scholarship, and all of a sudden, you are....
That very change has lead to the demise of many, I am no exception.
On my first year, I was so overwhelmed by the 'life', of freedom, no parents, no uncles, no aunties, no teachers, no church, no "discipline".
I had a ball, (balls actually), drank like a fish (still do actually, shet), partied like madness, and best of all, the Government of Samoa financed our lifestyle.
Every two weeks, we queu up to the ATM, and become one day millionaires, while our poor families pray and praise their intelligent child who is studying hard overseas.
The reality hit hard, when I failed my first batch of assignments, and then the next, and then I got on the phone and cried to my mommy like a whinny 5 year old.
She said to me:
"Missie, You did not pray enough"
The bottom line is: These students need help, NOW.