Wednesday, October 01, 2014

These is someone who reads my blog and relates my fagogos about

my mother. 

To. My. Mother. 

When I find you, ........I will Keeel you. 

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.