|
|
Lalomalava is like any other Samoan village in that everyone knows what everyone is doing, going to do and did last week, last year, last decade.
Stories are told, retold, changed and eventually made legends. Elders speak in soft tones and lament of yesteryear when the influenza epidemic killed our people. The ‘death sickness’ that wiped out lives in many villages, leaving a community to mourn, while the dead are indignantly heaved unto government trucks, wrapped in aging fine mats and tossed into mass graves of sorrow and despair.
Our elders whose eyes glimmer with hope as they sing of our proud traditions. Our proud people. Our proud measina. Our proud triumphs from years of slavery, suffering and violence.
Wounds are revealed, pain is shared, victories proudly announced, and violence is uttered in a language of hatred, fear, disgust, threats and childhood circles.
My childhood was no different. When you have a weakness, by nature or nurture, you are constantly reminded of these deficiencies.
Kokive has polio and everyone calls him ‘cripple’, pipili. He could care less, he would just whack you with his walking cane as hard as he can. His use of vulgar terms made him the receiving end of many beatings from the thin edges of the coconut fibre broomstick.
Palama, a hard working young man, has problems hearing so everyone ridiculed him and called him a stinking deaf 'faipepe.'
Moe has big lips and cannot shut his mouth for too long, thus he is called 'guku faamaga, guku elo' meaning gaping mouth and stank breath.
We taunt him as we run as fast as our little legs can carry us, for a rain of stones is guaranteed to follow.
Fialupe is always caught and fined by the village fono for peeping at women bathing at the village pool, thus his title Ku Paipa. Ku Paipa literally meaning standing near the tap (water pipes), or Ku Kekee, standing on tip toes.
Sao being epileptic earned him the name 'maikeke ululeaga' transliterated ‘shaking nutcase.’
Tala is teased for being Vae sasape, screwed up legs. Petesa for being ai lalafa, because her skin is marred with spots and rash.
I did not escape this name calling. I was ridiculed for having skinny legs, likening me to the tuli shorebird with its stick-like legs. Whenever I fought with my cousin over the rocking horse, she would yell at me, “You skinny vae tuli!”. Meanwhile, I would keep on pulling her hair screaming “Diana Popo Masa!”. Popo Masa being the ideal rhyme to describe a rotting coconut that we discard to the pigs.
Fifteen years on, I wonder, are we crippled by our discourse of negativity?
Despite these snide jibes, Palama went on to become an excellent fisherman, Petesa married well and is now a respected wife of a village pastor. Koki was on television for his polio complications and was presented numerous gifts from donor organizations. He has since become the popular dude that you 'had to’ hang out with. Tala was given the chiefly title of his family. Diana moved to Seattle, graduated and looks every inch the Samoan beauty, far from being Popo Masa.
Unfortunately, Fialupe continues peeping as unsuspecting women bathe at sunset; Moe still can not keep his mouth closed, and has also now taken up the art of ku paipa with Fialupe. Sao was found floating at the village pool one Sunday morning, having had a seizure while swimming alone.
As for the labels? They never go away. Whenever we see Koki on the Health Ministry television advertisement, we say in an affectionate manner, ‘We are so proud of our pipili (cripple)!’ Whenever Palama returns with a boat full of fish, his mother cries with pride, ‘my beloved faipe (deaf boy) is such a blessing!’
And when Petesa visited the village with her beautiful children and well-off husband, the old ladies weaving their mats heads bowed muttered, ‘Petesa has come a long way from being a colourful collection of spots and all rashes on earth.”
I still have to wonder whether some of us have become victims of our own close-knit societies. Can we move forward with a clean slate, start afresh and erase the faults we are born with?
I wonder if we could have saved our loved ones from taking their own lives if we had called them beautiful things?
|
1
Tags
You must be logged in to add tags.
|
Writer Profile
Talofa
My passion is in my culture. I portray this through dance, language, creative writing, fashion, and advocating for Samoa as the true Heart of Polynesia.
My passion also comes with complications and challenges.
It is difficult, sometimes futile to boast of Samoa when the media, and western mainstream ideaologies suggest otherwise.
To borrow terms from SIDS, we are "small islands, with BIG ISSUES."
I surely hope some of these challenges can be overcome. It has not been easy, but by God we are trying!
cheers,
Fotu
|
Comments
Ai Ia! Sa'o Lelei le saunoaga! Melania L Lui | Jan 18th, 2007
Talofa Ms Samoa NZ
I'm an avid follwer of the Miss Teuila pagaent and I recognised you representing us not that long ago and your sisters following in suit to compete for the title years later - SAVAII REPRESENT! n e ways, that is not my comment rather an intro ice breaker - I loved your article - it just hits the nail on the head - "aua le titilo fa'atauva'a i tagata e le atoatoa le malosi" I live by this motto and I am proud to have experienced what you wrote
Welcome Hafiidhaturrahmah | Oct 2nd, 2008
WELCOME SAMOA....small island with big challenges ^_^
No matters where we live, who we are, when we birth, how we run the days...
We all have a same rights to write, hear, scream, and talk about our culture.
I like ur Samoa story. Maybe without you, I never know that story.
thx for sharing Fotu
warms,
aViS
^_^
Disease Cure Aisha Kun | Feb 29th, 2020
Great Mother is Real... I am Aisha Kun and i want to testify about Great Mother how she cured me of hiv aids. I was diagnosed of this disease some time ago and i was worried. when i was searching the internet looking for a cure, i came across some testimonies of Great Mother how she has helped a lot of people and i decided to contact her on her info and explained to her. She laughed and told me that she will help me and i was surprised. She sent me the cure and it was a spiritual holy oil and water which is more than a medicine. She directed me on how to take it and i did. I took the cure for 3 weeks and i went to the doctor for check up and to my greatest surprise the disease was no longer in my system. I am so glad and i want to thank Great Mother for helping me. Contact her now on her email: Greatmotherofsolutiontemple1@yahoo.com you can also reach her on her whatsapp number +17025514367. If you have any disease, she can help you. Contact her now
You must be a TakingITGlobal member to post a comment. Sign up for free or login.
|
|
