Wednesday, September 24, 2014


Faga is what you picture paradise to be.
When you cast your eye only to the side where the sea is.
... Because on the other side, lies a Samoan village. Anything but paradise.
So look only to the ocean and hum loudly.

After Cyclones Ofa and Valelia, major construction machinery was brought in to errr umm, fix stuff up and as part of this, sand was mined (or quarried?) onto the surface ...(clearly my English stops at non-technical shit.)
Anyway, one of the very few economic benefits of the quarrying of this sand was the emergence of a million white pebbly shells that were perfect for making garlands (Ula sisi). There were so many and it meant that there were numerous more Faga children selling ulas during school hours.
$2 per lei. Cheap as shells. But like the construction workers and the flash machinery, the shells too became old news.

I did fall in love with a boy from Faga who was Maori. His father was brought there to fix stuff after the cyclone (again, more technical references) and unfortunately lover boy only spoke English. So our love affair was quite limiting. In fact, it was non- existent because I loved him and he didn't know I existed. It didn't matter, his father still told me I was the prettiest kid he's seen in Samoa since that morning.
But I knew we were meant to be because he told his mate Tavi who was in my class.
Who told my friend Apa who told my sister and then she told my brother
Who slapped me across the face
And so the romance ended.
Come to think of it, Tavi doesn't speak English either, even now.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

I don't cry that much.....but every time I read Lumepa's stories, laments, beautiful words.....I just cry.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

le vaiaso ua te'a

Last Thursday I was out south at an event which I loved, it was high school students performing during the 4 nights of Mangere Showtime. AMAZING TALENT!

But before the event, I went into the shops to get some stuff for my side work,
...ia, kakou kalagoa ai fo'i a......a e alu i le kele o faleoloa i Magele, Otahuhu ma isi uma guu - e kumu i isi natioalities e ona pisinisi - ae o products o loo faatauina o products mo tagata Samoa ma Tonga.
Ana lelei o tatou ta'ita'i, penei ua tele naua'i tagata Pasifika ua fai pisinisi ma tu lelei.
Ae poo fea tupe ma resources o alu i nei Pacific Business Trusts are taga'i i le tulaga ua iai tatou nei.
Kaea pipilo.

Here's examples of products on sale - for the Pacific market by very enterprising non-Pacific business people who have the capital and initiative, ae kuikui gifo le malo pipo:

so my final question is, ok...its not a question, it is a statement:

When Peseta Sam Lotu Iiga gets back into parliament, I expect from him and his Ministry that they will do everything in their power to enable an environment for aspiring entrepreneurs to set up small businesses. But sadly - this ain't the small timers they're aiming for.

Ae a tuu foi i le Itu Agai (Labour) e na'o le faapepepepe o tagata ae le faatauaina le atia'e o tagata ina ia mautu lelei a latou aoaoga ma tomai ina ia maua ai ni galuega.

anyway, where was I?

Friday - did a saiga expo in the city where i realised that we take our personal space for granted. Koeikiki lava kisi mai i oka foreigns sole.

Lastly, I drove from the saiga gig to Freemans Bay for the Aoga Faasamoa Quiz. This means emergency wardrobe change in the car and then running in the rain to the hall. ...Not the Goddess entrance I had anticipated, more like a kolila frazzled entry.

Our team included a nurse educator, journo/public service, academic/youth/diva, a MAN, a business woman/prouduct knowledge and I, your humble fia know it all- Goddess.

I don't go to events to collect consolation prizes, auuuuuu - isa! yeah, we won.
We did amazing in all sections bar the ahem - Sports.

Things I learnt at the quiz: We're a competitive bunch. If we lost, e ka'ei fagu.

fank you for the question, drum rolls....

here is a very pivotal image of some of our team, who I have aptly named:
Team Too SURE.
150% confidence, so confident that some of them were applying make up and redoing their hair for their winning walk to get their prizes....Too SURE because e sure.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Oh the nerve!

I had lunch with that "Inconsistent Blogger" yesterday and wait for this:

She ordered a salad.


Who do you think you are!????

You are a self respecting teme'ite'i Somoa for goodness sake!

Have some beef!


kai daaaaeee!

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

hi,.....just a wee message,

(specifically for you shits emailing me on fake accounts, ...if you don't like what I write on here, 

please, kindly, ......


Easy peasy.

Manuia taualumaga o le aso. 

Tofa soifufu. 


musu musu atu

Now that SIDS is gone, the proof of the pudding is in the ....AFTERMATH.

The dialogue has come and gone, and let us see what will eventuate. 

While we celebrate a fantastic event which was hosted with finesse by Samoa (frigging amazing I say!), I now wonder what will actually happen.
Actually, scratch that.

This is what I WANT TO HAPPEN:

- More young people being given the opportunity to prove themselves. and when I say more young people, I mean more NEW faces and more of the young people who are not connected already.

Please, enough of the nepotism and please help develop more people.

Reach out to the youth who are instrumental in the aukalavous in Faasaleleaga and Falealili and Palauli and everywhere else, 

BUT eh- get this, ....that ain't gonna happen.

Because, it is far too much effort to go out and find new champions, its much easier and less work to use the same people.
It is less hassle and 'safer'

That is the Broblem we face. 

Nepotism. People being territorial and not sharing their knowledge. 

.....speaking of which, i was sharing some knowledge today and the kid at the front was like 'muss, your stockings are ripped'

*pugi i fiki le drop kick i lou ulu*

fanks you.

Opera Under the Stars 2014

Monday, September 08, 2014

Showtime Mangere this week - if you're looking for inspiration

Kulouga le lagi ma le lagi

When a prominent chief leaves this world, we dig coconut branches into the earth, forming a path that shall guide their spirit towards Pulotu, on the westerly tip of Savaii.
The living chiefs will carry  (launiu) as they chant out to the gods of the heavens to please, pardon, tulou, a chief will soon join them at their gathering (fono). 
Tulouna le lagi ma le lagi ma le lagi, aua ua usu le fono ia te oe ...
When I think of death in Samoa, I think of the spirit of the person, lingering around until launiu are planted into the ground, and then they set off on their way to Pulotu. 

It is with this knowledge that frightens me when we are in Falealupo and Tufutafoe, because I imagine that all these spirits linger on among the living. And even the mention of Fafa o Saualii strikes fear to my heart.
Because I am a coward like that. 
It got me thinking about death, because it doesn't escape us. 

Right now, I am divided about where I want my spirit to go, but for now, I shall transcend the heavens and cyberspace to amuse you, maybe in your sleep - Boom!

Thursday, September 04, 2014