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