Sunday, February 28, 2016

RUnning 80 kms and cheering from the sideline

Yesterday --Saturday, Frenchy was running the 80k Hillary Trial - so I to rally up the fanauga a isaraelu to support,
we parked up at Piha and waited an hour before he arrived and ran past (1 hour to wait, saw him for 2 mins) then saw him at the end.
Being a supporter made me hungry.
In the time he was running, I ate a mince and cheese pie, a packet of chip, 2 peaches, pizza, coconut juice, water, more pizza and a tikka pie and just to stay hydrated, I drank 3 coffees.
Today, I went for my own run. Except, I'm not a runner.
And,...I was running a small hill and just about died.

far out I am unfit as

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Telling Samoa's stories (from palagi articles)

Can be found at the National Library of New Zealand, Te Puna Matauranga o Aotearoa
 Link: https://natlib.govt.nz/blog/posts/telling-samoa-s-stories

Telling Samoa’s stories


Pacific Papers Past

Telling the story of Samoa has just become easier with the addition of over 1500 issues of Samoa’s newspapers to Paper Past, providing coverage from October 1877 to December 1920.


TitleIssuesPages
Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette 6 October 1877 - 27 August 1881 (200 issues)801
Samoa Times and South Sea Advertiser 29 September 1888 - 26 December 1896 (405 issues)1629
Samoa Weekly Herald 26 November 1892 - 28 July 1900 (374 issues)1508
Samoanische Zeitung 19 September 1903 - 25 December 1920 (525 issues)6046


 

News about Samoa (and the rest of the Pacific) has always been available from the New Zealand newspapers on Papers Past, but now you can go to the source and search or browse Samoan newspapers as they were published.
Samoa’s newspapers were set up for European settlers to bring them news from overseas, and comment on local political and social events. They provided shipping information, official notices, court reporting and notices of births, marriages and deaths. They included advertisements for services and venues.
The newspapers did circulate among the general Samoan population as there are notices in Samoan as well as German and English, the languages of the main settler groups.
If you’re new to Papers Past, you can browse – skim through issues, read whole pages, and zoom in to articles – or search. By doing an advanced search you can choose the newspaper, set a date range, and get more relevant results. I definitely recommend ticking the ‘Show preview images’ checkbox and increasing the number of results per page.

Finding stories

Late 19th century politics in Samoa was a tangle of competing interests, both locally and internationally, fighting for control of Samoa. Britain, America and Germany actively intervened in local politics to support one faction or another, and at one point almost went to war with one another over Samoa.
In 1900 Germany, by agreement with Britain and the US, annexed the islands of Upolu and Savai’i. The United States took the islands to the east, which included Tutuila. New Zealand occupied German Samoa under the British flag in 1914 and administered what was called Western Samoa from 1920 until 1962, when Samoa regained its independence.
All this and more can be found in these pages. I’ve spent some time digging into the new additions, and picked out some of the stories that caught my interest.

The Samoan Kings

In 1881 Malietoa Laupepa was crowned King with the support of the three Consuls of Britain, the United States and Germany. He was on and off King until his death in 1898 and was succeeded by his son Malietoa Tanumafili in 1899.

Malietoa Laupepa, one of the contenders for royal status during the Samoan civil wars prior to the German occupation in 1899. Ref: PA1-q-610-40-2.


Thursday, February 11, 2016

I'm about to post another update of my kinky Savaii sex story, so if youre a God fearing virgin with

morals and no sin,
then read no more. (You lying whore:)


For the rest of us.....o le'a continuation le fagogo...
Previously on Savaii Sexcapades:

Part I: From the makeki with love
Part II: Nice your malu to eat
Part III: Mr Ten Tala speaks
(Okarch, ua aoga a'oa'oga numera fa'aroma I le kusiga o gei faigastory)

Part IV: Stripping away that layer, Village Edition.

I'm really really sorry to all of my friends who have been checking to see how things are going but I have really busy in Savaii and I had no credit on my phone, nor did we have cash power to charge it.
But here is the continuation of my warm relationship.
The last time you last visited, my Ten Tala sexy man was about to eat me senseless in the village pool but we were disturbed by that faikakala gossip mongering slut-bag from Liva who has slept with just about the whole rugby team and the rest of the road workers from Salelologa to Timbuktu. 
 
Whore.
Village Bicycle.
I am not like that at all,

I am a God fearing Christian girl who only knows good.
At least that's what my God-fearing mother and father believe. I am a sex vixen in reality.  
So I have met Mr Ten Tala several times now ---always after dark, always after choir practice.
Behind the pastor's house.
Next to Faleiva's hibiscus bush.
Under the eaves of his plantation shack

and pretty much where-ever we can be alone.

It was all going well until I realized, my sick moon was not flowing.


And we all know what that means when a woman's sick moon stops flowing. 
 

What really scared me was that I didn't know who to talk to,


I thought about it for days and finally - I summoned up the courage to ask Pukela, who is the eldest of the aualuma and she who has had numerous experiences with numerous partners. 

Pukela is well known for being pregnant, but in whispers, I know she knows how to make a pregnancy drop. 

I have to drop my pregnancy - because I will lose my Ekalesia, I will be fined, I will bring shame to my family and another minor detail, my MOTHER Will. Kill. Me. and my father will roast me in the umu.


So the solution is simple.
 
Drop my pregnant sickness. Now.

I told Mr Ten Tala about my problem but for some reason, he did not react; In fact, he stopped showing up altogether.
 
I miss him but I can't be seen looking for him. I don't trust his friends because they will talk.

I can't trust anyone really. So I need to find my own solution.
So Puleka it is.

I was so worried and I thought she would be outraged and disgusted but no, she was pretty clear about it. She will help me, she said.

She brought me into a group, of women - all of whom I have known and looked up to.

I waited for the backlash. And cried. And waited. But instead of hate.
And judgement.
 
I was suddenly let into a different circle of peace and quiet support from women I didn't expext to get compassion for.

They sat next to me at the village pool, washing away dirt from their husband's clothes and in hushed tones said, 
 
"Just go to Kikiga, he will fix you up."

Going to Kikiga was the hardest struggle because EVERYONE knows what he and his wife Palaka do after hours. They mix potent green leaves and perform rituals to people. Like me.
 

Suddenly, I was seeing things differently. I have always known my village as the God fearing Christian perfect village - perfect, virginal, rules.


This is the layer beneath, of whispers, sexual encounters, accidental pregnancies BUT, the same people inhibited these same layers. I felt so stupid, so na├»ve to not know what truly happens in a place I thought I knew inside out. What a surreal feeling, seeing the village I once knew shrouded with rules, order and perfection stripped naked. 

I am a bad person. I am evil. 

But ou ke le kea, I have friends now, I have a circle of people who know what I know. 
It is a refreshing.
freeing, exhiliaring emotion. 

I am thinking all this while Kikiga steps on my stomach. 

I am not crying, but deep down, I am just fucked up. I just want to run to my mother and cry to her but I know she will kill me. Before my father roasts me.

I can hear the sound of the pestle pounding into rock, where potent leaves crush and dying.

The sound reminds me of koko beans being pounded, except this sound I hear is not fragrant. It is fear. It is also anticipation. That drink will take my troubles away.


Kikiga hands me the cup, filled to the brim with a dirty green mixture - the juices of dead leaves.

Juices, hmmm, I thought, that's what got me here.
 
I pause for a moment to reflect.
Isn't it strange that a few weeks ago I was getting pleasantly pounded by Ten Tala and now here I am drinking stinking fucken leaves in the dark?
 

Please please Atua in Heaven, Atua of the Earth, Seas, Atua of the Arabs and all Deities, please take my problem away.
Put mana into this potion and let it solve my troubles, because there is no other way.
Ti Ent.
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Makagaga mama


My baby boy started school today, and if you've met my baby boy, you'll remember him (maybe not for the cutest reasons:)... I'm so proud of him being so grown up but my heart broke a little because I felt we didn't prepare him enough, we're not there enough for him, that he is not even able to write the whole alphabet and may not cope well and might struggle with transitioning to school routine.
 
I felt so angry inwardly, at how screwed up our priorites are, I should be there to pick him and and drop him everyday and join him for school events every week. I hated that I had to work. I questioned myself and vowed to ask about reducing my work hours this year.
 
And then, I just cried a river on the way home. 
 
But the memory of him this morning gave me solace.
 
He waved goodbye from the door as he chest-bumped into one of his besties and then they fell and he tripped on a little girl who cried and Tui feigned interest and walked away from the commotion.
 
I worry.
 
But I think he will be ok.
 
 
 

Thursday, February 04, 2016

The Monster Within

Please read this story because it might save some of your loved ones today from abuse at the hands of someone you trust.

http://www.pacificpeopleshealth.co.nz/#!the-monster-within/ghjmr

so sad, yet so prevalent in our community.

Uncles and relatives who prey on the young. 

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Samoan women - leading globally in: the most obese catergory

 
 
In academia, particularly anthropology and history, we learn about the importance of being the teller of our story, particularly minority groups or those who are traditionally, the researched.
okay ----aint nobody got time for a long winded fagogo....
 
Just have a look at this
 below
and
weep....
 
 
isn't this sad?

I'm no saint when it comes to eating healthy, and I'm not about to compete in the next bodybuilding contest but ----we do have a real problem Houston.

Rest of the story here refers to the Tongan experience but applicable to us.

Some comments from the article include:
She frowns. "But, nobody wants Tongan houses anymore, because something Western, something modern, people think is better. People associated Tongan style of homes with poverty.
"Just like with our food."
The traditional Tongan diet is fish, root vegetables and coconuts, as you might expect for a palm-fringed island in the middle of the Pacific.

Same same for us, our want for things European is the beginning of our demise.
"Good food, in a Tongan sense, is lots of food," says Rev. Dr. Ma'afu Palu, a minister who is making it his mission to preach healthier eating.
He's among many who criticize church leaders for failing to set a good example to their parishioners. Ministers are authority figures in this deeply religious society and according to Palu, 85 percent of them are obese, thanks partly to the regular feasts they take part in.
The obesity epidemic is not solely due to mutton flaps and turkey tails. Lots of fatty canned meat is consumed — sometimes from giant 96-ounce tins.


Sad sad sad.