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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Not Just a Pretty Face!

Last week, (the week that just ended last night) was a highly satisfactory week. A group of friends and I entered a Quiz Competetion hosted by the Aoga Faa Samoa, on everything Samoan from culture, politics, entertainment, food, history, academic literature, general knowledge, sports, language, and more. I thoroughly enjoyed it and discovered that we were a bunch of crazy competitive in a good way lot! At times there was so much excitement at the table and a lot of heated discussions when we came to a divide at various answers but in the end we would always draw a consensus and agreed to disagree like the professionals we are - literally grinning from ear to ear right now. Anyway, long story short, we came out the Champions and are still revelling in our victory to a lesser and more civilised degree now. :-)

My younger three children put on performances at school (which I couldn't make time for from work this week due to increasing work commitments for the next two months - but I managed to get them to do a whole performance at home, filmed it and we had some peanuts for snacks and made a night of it (no homeworks). I think I was forgiven. I always make time for my children's school activities no matter how small or insignificant the event might be, so it was kind of a big deal particularly for 7year old when I didn't show. So the redemption was very welcomed.

On the Friday my big boss (during our usual Friday morning briefing) sprung a "I'm going on leave and Josephine will be acting in my absence" surprise. Correction - I was SHOCKED really - but ofcourse I was calm and collected and pretended like it was perfectly natural and common everyday fanatics for a 30ish year old female Practitioner (Brown for that matter) to taking up acting boss role for a District team. Sure - no problems boss. I had to literally stop myself from screaming 'oh dear God'. Thats not because I have no confidence in myself and my abilities. Far from it. On the contrary, I am aspiring towards management in my career progression and so the opportunities have always been there and I've tasted it before but NEVER on this scale (a District team). Add to it the fact that I'm a woman and of brown PI colour (the lesser achievers and poor socioeconomic ethnicities of NZ)- this is very rare in my field. So it was/is absolutely mind blowing and a much welcomed turn and indicator of my career progression.

I'm not writing this to gloat. Quite the opposite. I love to post pictures of my weight loss progress and just pictures of myself looking happy and healthy and feeling beautiful. Something I haven't seen nor felt for myself in a really really long time.

Unfortunately, some ill minded people with nothing better to do have somewhat used this to portray me as a vain and conceited person. These are some of the same people who were quick to point out how ridiculously obese and pathetic I was when I was 60kgs heavier than I am today.

I am beautiful. I know this much. I am caring, sensitive to others and their journeys, loving, generous, helpful to anyone who needs my help, supportive to anyone who needs my support.

I am compassionate and blind to race, ethnicities, social status when it comes to rating people. I am compassionate to the fallen and the less privileged. God fearing, fiercely protective mother of 5, loving and tolerant wife of 13 years of marriage.

I have the courage to laugh at myself, and the courage to place all vulnerability on the table and back up my beliefs, opinion and reasoning for what I choose to do with my life. I have the courage to fix my health problems and tell people all my weaknesses with health and depression through my writing. And still walk tall and proud. This and more makes me a beautiful person and not a single person can take that away from me.

I, like everyone else have flaws and weaknesses. But I fight to be a better person every single day. I fight for my children and my marriage and my faith every single day. And I sure as hell do not need to tell the world all my flaws just to make you feel better about yourself.

Yes I've lost a lot of weight and I look fantastic. Pictures don't lie. So I like to dance and post my awesome new body? So what? Hey I worked damn hard for it sweetie. I risked my life to go under the knife knowing full well death was a main risk but I had the courage to do it for my family and my health. I run every four days a week and eat a beggars portion to get to where I am honey, I can damn well post as much pictures as I want and if you have a problem with that, kindly unfriend me or better yet, go on a diet and get your lazy ass out for an exercise.

Looking fabulous on my photos is something I haven't had for a long time. It reminds me of how hard I've fought to get here and I won't ever go back. But pictures DON'T make the person. I am more than just a pretty face.

I am out there day and night keeping my communities safe. Keeping YOU safe. I am helping people from all walks of life with their addictions, addressing anger and violence, men to address their sexual offending behaviors. I help battered women and children get into safety, I help people to address their gambling and budgeting issues, I get hands on and dirty and I (with others like me) do so much more to reduce re-offending and crime! I am more than just a pretty picture. So if you judge me on that, you obviously need to widen your narrow world and view.




The 10 DON’TS in a Weight Loss Journey!

I’ve been on a weight loss journey since 2012 (but technically it goes as far back as when I was 9 years old or so). Things didn’t really happen for me until mid 2013, and then fat burning took to another whole new level, earlier this year with a gastric sleeve operation. (I blogged on the 1st of February 2014 about my decision to get under the knife and how I had to work hard to be eligible for it) On the 10th of February 2014 I had weighed 147kgs. Prior to that in 2012, I was sitting at a staggering 163.2kgs. Today I last weighed a month ago at 110kgs. I may very well be sitting at 105kgs or even less as I pen this piece ( I know because I was having to buy new pants over the weekend as my size 18, were literally falling off my waist).

How I got to be at morbid obesity? Well a lot of factors really. Working mother of 5 children, I had babies back to back and returned to the workforce three months later. I never really had time to listen to my body, to process the changes that I was going through mentally and physically with having to be a full time working mother of young children, (who needed me to nurture them) who asked for my full attention either intentionally or not. As with any marriage and relationship, I had to play my part in that too, and often a lot of areas in my life at that time suffered as a result. When you find yourself under that much pressure, having that much expectations and responsibilities, well something’s got to give. For me, depression slipped in and I was susceptible to it. My coping mechanism was food. Food was my escape. It made me feel good, comfortable, happy, satisfied, and it was a time that I had to myself. Somehow, the kids were looked after when I was eating and the more I felt the weight of my social pressures, the more I would eat, and sometimes even engaged in a drinking culture with friends and colleagues from work back in Samoa (thanks to mom’s babysitting services).

Recent immense progress in my weight loss journey has attracted a lot of messages asking me “How do you do it?” or another popular one has been “What’s your secret?”

Well, I do not have a secret. I have always been open right from the start about my weight loss journey for various reasons. Firstly, that I didn’t want to be someone who misled people into thinking that I lost all the weight on my own, but also secondly, I had hoped to break down some of the barriers and stigma that people who have had ‘gastric sleeve’ operations often face – when society assume that these people (like me) had no part to play in their weight loss, that the fat just all magically melted away and there was/is no struggle whatsoever, that when people come out of these operations, all of their problems just miraculously disappear!

Those stigmas are very untrue.

If you could only live a day in our shoes, a lot of people would not even contemplate the idea of cutting off well over 90% of their stomach (the organ that holds and processes your food). The mental distress associated with the realities that you can no longer eat the same again – EVER – is quite overwhelming, and it took some time for me to adjust physically and mentally. The first five to six weeks were particularly extremely hard. Vomiting food because you still tried to squeeze in a bit more, as your mind and eyes, refuse to believe that you could be full with just four tablespoons of yoghurt or just half a sausage. So you start to teach yourself – they call it the LEARNER’s stage of post op. You literally have to get to know your ‘new’ stomach. You learn what foods no longer work for you (mine excluded all my island favourites, taro, bread, raw fish, roast pig, steaks, lamb, (all red meat really) green bananas and for the first three weeks most fruits). Suddenly I had a ‘palagi’ stomach. I do not mean that in any discriminative way, it just means, that I suddenly could no longer tolerate the food that I had grown up with, and I was tolerating a more protein soft foods/liquids diet instead. Drinking is another major factor post op. There is no more gulping – EVER! The trick instead is to sip throughout the day, and you’re expected to sip 2 litres of water – that is an enormous amount of annoying sips.

I quickly learned to accept my new limitations, reminded myself of why I made the decision to go under the knife in the first place, experiment with new foods and quickly put all my new found energy (converted stored fat) into fantastic physical challenges – otherwise painfully termed ‘Exercise’. The fear of going saggy and flabby really drives me to tone my body by ensuring persistent well structured exercise.

It’s been eight months now since I had my operation, the weight loss has slowed down significantly, and I may reach a plateau if I do not maintain constant exercise and healthy eating choices. My stomach may even grow back, if I do not stick to the required portions and eating healthy. I have seen people gain all the weight back, despite having had the gastric sleeve. So maintenance of the positive new learned habits that you gained during your LEARNER’S STAGE is instrumental in maintaining effective results and moving towards your safe zone or recommended weight.

At first I did not want to write a guide/advisory piece on weight loss, because I am still on that journey and will only be safe when I reach my desired recommended goal. (I want to be at 70kgs, but my doctor reckons that would be unhealthy for my height – so 80kgs it is).

Also, I didn’t want to pen any advise as that would somewhat indicate the misleading notion that I am an expert at weight loss – I am far from it. Furthermore, I know (because I have been through it before) that often no matter what I say, write or do – it won’t help you UNLESS you really want to help yourself.

But because of the constant messages, I’ve been receiving, I have been convinced that I have had a very unique experience that I can share, which may or may not help someone. It could motivate people in the same situation, it may inspire others to start their own weight loss, or it could just help answer a lot of the questions that I have not responded to yet.

10. DON’T BE DISHONEST

So what I’ve noticed with a lot of people, and this is very common, is that people just LIE about their weight. They either under report it or over report it when they’ve lost some. An example, when I was going through morbid obesity, I always asked people about their weight, (so I could feel good about myself, by having a sense of entitlement – that I’m not so bad because there are a lot like me out there), well that was never helpful for me, because folks would always give me some figure that was always 80kgs less than my weight at that time. As I went through fat loss, I could literally compare my weight to others simply by looking at them and I’m thinking, hmmm I’m way smaller than them now, but the weight that I am now (or at that stage) is a lot more than what they told me they were at when I asked. Hmmmmm.

If you want to lose weight – be honest with yourself and be accountable to others. I have never once been judged when I opened up to somebody about my weight. Instead, I always received support and encouragement and people close to me would be more demanding but it was always clear that it came from a place of love and genuine concern for my well being.

Most people don’t even weigh themselves for fear of seeing the reality of where they really are on the obesity scale. Don’t make that mistake. I did that for almost a decade, and only just weighed myself again in 2012. BIG NO NO. Weigh yourself, be honest and accountable about your weight, it’s the first steps to accepting that you have a problem and taking conscious responsibility for that problem – and the more you openly talk about it, the more you are aware of it and in my case, the more I became motivated – and basically said ‘Right, this madness has got to stop’.


9. DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS

From my own experiences, because I know seven people who have had the gastric sleeve banding, and some folks who signed up with Jenny Craig, I constantly find myself comparing my progress with theirs.
I felt that their weight loss was faster than mine; they seemed to be eating better, looking better, and shrinking rapidly as opposed to my ‘turtle’ progress.
Then I went to see my specialist dietician, and I rattled on about how distressed I was with my slow progress, and how much farther the 99kg mark seems to be and how every day I am slowly convinced that I may never get there, and all that pain I went through after the operation, was all in vain. Well she looked at me and smiled. No – she laughed. You see we must never compare ourselves to other people
•because everyone has a unique built,
•others may have more fat mass than muscle mass and vice versa,
•shorter people seem to lose faster compared to taller people (again body mass)
•medical conditions may slower your weight loss as opposed to others (this is a huge factor in my case – over active thyroid can slow down weight loss and increase appetite)
•metabolism and water retention rates, some have more than others

So you may very well be doing all the right things but factors outlined above and more that I haven’t thought of, are slowing down your progress, these are factors out of your control and you must not let it discourage you. If you have medical problems make sure you see a doctor about it, and that you have a treatment plan in place and continue with your weight loss plan as normal – BUT be patient with yourself. Be patient with your body. Believe in the process and the equation. Eat less and healthy, train and exercise regularly, drink your 2 litres of water a day, and just persevere.

One of my favourite weight loss quotes:
“The only person you should compare yourself to, is the person you were yesterday”.


8. DON’T KID YOURSELF

When I first started to run, (I hadn’t been able to run let alone jog for a very long time), I couldn’t stop. I would run for as long as I could until my lungs and legs would literally not function anymore and it felt like my lungs would burst. Nothing felt more liberating to me. The wind in my hair, my dark shades on, skins holding me close in all sorts of places, the stinging burn of fat and the pounding in my chest – it was all very exciting and adrenaline filled. But then I started to have delusions that I was Carmelita ‘The Jet’ Jetter (the world’s fastest woman), and would literally try and out jog people jogging/running on the road when I’m out running. Even tried to do this with my husband who has a super metabolism and hasn’t gained a kilo since the day we met 13 years ago. With him it worked on days when he had an injury, and I would lead us maybe a hundred metres tops, but then I let that little accomplishment go to my head and I crashed and burned, and was out of action for two weeks straight!

Be realistic with your fitness levels.
The Carmelita’s of this world did not transform into highly super fit speed stars over night.


7. DON’T LIMIT YOURSELF TO TERMINOLOGIES

I personally don’t like the word ‘diet’. When you’ve been so used to eating certain foods, and eating a certain way, the word diet can literally bring a distasteful experience. People or society often associate weight loss with strict dieting, which often links to images of food deprivation and let’s be honest starvation. This can be both distressful and discouraging and you will only bring yourself to fail one way or another.

I choose to believe that I have instead changed my lifestyle. I prefer and choose to do this out of my own will. I prefer to exercise more because it makes me feel good. I prefer to make better choices around what types of food I am putting into my body. I prefer to think of my body more consciously as my sanctuary. That in order to have a good balance spiritually, physically, and mentally, a huge deciding factor is what I’m putting into my body and how this may affect or enhance my health, wellbeing and how good I can feel in my own skin. So therefore, I am not depriving myself of anything, instead, I choose and prefer to make better choices around my food consumption, as well as other things that I put into my body, cigarettes and alcohol are other huge factors that prohibit weight loss and effective fitness progress.

I’m not going to rant on a list of foods but if you must find a place to start, start with the small things and gradually, research says that your body will eventually grave healthy food, if you consistently feed it that way.

• Oils – I now opt to use salad/vegetable cooking oils and I also buy Pam’s Olive Oil (which is not as expensive as other brands but have the same components) and when cooking I measure with a table spoon how much oil I’m using (I try to keep to 2) instead of just pouring the oil in freely.
• Butter – Chuck out the margarines – those literally take days to dissolve, especially in cold old NZ, use butter instead, go for light blues, or even Olivani butter. Better yet, try and keep it to a minimal.
• Milk – Light Blue lite caps is the way to go, or if you’re feeling adventurous green or yellow caps, lite almond and soy milk are also great alternatives.
• Breads, Taro, Green Bananas, Biscuits, Potatoes all bakery and carbs should really be consumed to a minimum. If you can remove this from your food intake completely – all the better. For the first four months of my post op stage, I was strictly on a protein based diet, with nil carbs because my stomach couldn’t tolerate it, but it worked – the pounds started to melt away at a rate of 3kgs a week.
• Grill instead of deep frying, take off the skins of your chicken and fatty chunks on your meat.
• Use raw brown sugar (natural) as opposed to White processed sugar
• Increase vegetables in your meals by adding more to your dishes
• Be creative with your dishes
• Cut down portions by cooking less, so there’s no left overs and no seconds for everyone. You will not only make savings on your budget, as you won’t need to buy so much, and second you’ll be doing your family members a favour with their own waist problems.
• Drink water, 2 litres DAILY – I cannot stress this enough
• You know the five meals a day? (three main and two snack meals) cut that out completely. Drink your water, and stick to three good main basic well portioned meals a day

Remember you’re the boss of yourself, you can make a plan around how many cheat days you’re going to have. If and when you do cheat, choose something that can be easily fixed with a good workout. The idea however, is that if you stick to making healthier choices, your body may not grave a ‘cheat day’ too often.

6. DON’T LIMIT YOUR CHOICES

There is never a ‘one size fits all’ guideline for weight loss. This is my personal belief and experience. We are all different. It is crucial that you explore choices for exercise and meals as much as you can, so you are not limited of your choices.

Other popular meal options out there include smoothies and juicing. Instead of wasting time browsing on Facebook and Instagram and Twitter, you can put that into good use by looking up the variety of pages and organisations that offer free healthy meal plans, smoothie and juicing ideas.

There are also other weight loss support groups and organisations that you can find on the net and Facebook the likes of Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, and so much more.

There are APPs that you can download to monitor your steps for the day, APPS to scan barcodes off your phone on food items that you buy so that you know exactly what’s in the products that you’ll be eating. I particularly like the Weight Watchers APP which has both the barcode system and also a meal plan system, which gives you the exact amount of calories etc. that you can have each day to meet your goal weight by your preferred or suggested time frame. It’s scary how much one cookie can slow down your progress! Yep!

Use the new media and modern technology to your advantage, for one it helps support you all the way and eliminate feeling isolated in your journey, AND a lot of it is all FREE!

5. DON’T GO WITHOUT A PLAN

Again I don’t like to have a set concrete structure around what I can or shouldn’t do.
However, I’ve learned that in order to be successful in weight loss, the same concept in other areas of life must apply. I must have a plan.

Plan your workouts. Set some short term goals. Check and cross check what you have done, how well you did it and what you could do to improve it or take it to the next level.
If you work full time, or studying, plan your meals and lunches. Be so organised, so that when you have a hunger attack, you’ve got a healthy meal or snack or a smoothie on hand and you won’t turn to a fast food for an easy fix.

When I first started back at exercising again in 2012, well before I had my operation; I decided to start with going to the pools. My joints would literally swell up from too much walking because I was so heavy and they were caving in as a result. The pools on the other hand carry your weight, making walking and squats a lot more easier and enjoyable. In NZ there is a pool at every suburb and most are free or charged at very low affordable prices. Each pool offers different activities, and the one I chose had Aqua Aerobics and Zumba in the water. It was a great way to start, and also starting from a very low moderate level of physical challenge encouraged the drive to challenge myself physically.

And remember, weigh yourself, plan out how often you’re going to do this; minimum should be at least every month. It’s the only way to constantly keep a tap on your progress or lack thereof. It’s an indicator of whether your eating plan is working, or whether your exercise plan needs to be increased.


4. DON’T IGNORE YOUR BODY
I’m no expert in fitness, yet. But I know this for sure; when I don’t listen to my body things go to kaka. Listen for signs of distress. Listen for extreme fatigue. Listening to your body includes your head. Are you in the right state of mind? Sometimes there may be too much going on at work, at home, the children are asking for your attention more often than most days, the bills will never go away, someone’s dead and you have to come up with your contribution (particularly for PI families this can be extremely distressing when you have a million other things to pay) all this can contribute to your overall mental wellness. Physical and mental must be in sync and you need to give both time to sort themselves out. For some exercise can be a stress reliever, a get away from all the social stresses at home and work. I tend to do this myself. For some however, it’s not that easy. And that’s ok. It’s important to know and understand that that’s okay and we’re all different. If you need to take time out, do so, but ensure that longest you should go without some form of exercise should be kept to a minimum of one week.

I plan my exercise schedule with a target of minimum of three days of challenging exercise. In between these days, I rest. I give my body time to recover for the next exercise. It works for me. Find what works for you.

3. DON’T LET IT GET BORING

One of the worst enemies of exercising and weight loss is when it becomes just a process in motion. When it becomes boring, you become complacent. KEEP IT FUN.

I do this by changing my routine continuously and varying my workouts and the activities I do. Sometimes I change things around monthly, sometimes weekly. That’s how I keep it fun. Going to the gym continuously can become boring, but when you have a dedicated partner to go with you, and you both push each other along, the gym can be quite fun. You take note of how many lapses on the cross trainer you did the day before and push yourself to the next level the next day.

I like to walk on the road, through the towns, taking in my surroundings and the smells of the suburbs and the busy towns with all its fast food and take away restaurants.

I like to go to parks with intensive challenging routes and tracks, and basking in the beauty of nature.

Some days when it rains or too cold I just turn on the music on high, and do my own spin on zumba, some squats, sit ups, push ups, suicides (short quick intense running methods), Kim Kardashian booty work, blanks the works really, all in the comfort of my garage.

I join challenges when it suits my schedule, fitness at work, zumba, Power Lifting and Fight Do at my local gym. Find what works for you and run with it!

2. DON’T EAT PAST 9pm

This is a big one. I personally like to eat before 8pm, but I realise this may not be realistic for other people. For my family, we’ve gotten so use to eating at 6:30 or 7:00pm maximum that no matter what we’re doing, we always ensure that we’ve got our dinner cooked by then, and that everyone’s home by then. That includes me if I’m out running.
The reason being is that by 8:00pm, I’m not doing much physical activity to burn my dinner off. I’d be helping with the children’s home works, watching the news on repeat, then sometimes blogging, face booking, doing some work, or watching TV. The point is, you don’t want to have a huge meal sitting there unprocessed overnight, you want to burn it before you go to bed. Otherwise, you run the risk of turning it into stored fat.


1. DON’T GET COMPLACENT

Another big enemy. So you do really well, you stick to your plan and two or three months later you’ve lost some significant weight and you start to think you’re the pro now. That was my biggest downfall, for as long as I could remember, and it would always see me quit after four months or so of trying and this had become a pattern, so much so that every time I tried to start up again, my husband would ask “How long will it be this time?”. Complacency gives way to old habits. Simple as that, so do not ever take things for granted. Don’t ever start justifying your bad habits. That one piece of chocolate will turn into the whole block when you do. Always be on alert, always remind yourself of what’s at stake. Your health, well being and happiness.
Eyes on the prize they say!


Right that’s all I can think of for now, if anyone has any other important useful tips that I’ve missed that has worked for you; please do add to the DON’TS LIST.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Women, Elections and What PI communities aren't in NZ!



When politicians come to the table, it’s a glorious affair.
The atmosphere is electrifying, abundant with flaring egos, never ending charisma, and where wits and knowledge come under fire! Oh how that fire can burn! There is so much heat, that some may wither and shy away, but only the strongest weathers the pressure and rise above the firing line of questions. Remove the usual political associated image of immaculate men in silky suits and polished pointers, and replace that with beautiful golden brown fierce women and that table has just reached hideous degrees.
Yes, it’s an Election year in Aotearoa, and I am no stranger to that table. Well, not as a participant, but as an observant and a member of the firing squad. (Thanks to eight fulfilling years of journalism).

I must say that I have been completely numb to this year’s election, until Saturday 30th of August 2014, when I decided to check out an invite to attend the Pacific Women in Politics Breakfast Meet at the AUT Manukau Campus. Why numb? Well for a number of reasons. I have been in this country for five years now, and still the problems of the brown people just seem to keep mounting. As a matter of fact, I am categorised as belonging to an ethnicity/ethnic group, that is renowned for making up the lesser socio-economic ethnic groups of NZ and are in fact earning, receiving or achieving less in everything, from education, health, housing, welfare, rehabilitation, crime, gambling the list goes on. For sensitive types like me, this can become disheartening and you look to the leaders that are suppose to pave the way in the community, you look to systems that the earlier generations have put in place and the political parties they have chosen to stand behind, and somehow things just do not seem reassuring and the future looks fragile. You look to the present government of the day, and there is very little security that the best interests of the Pacific peoples, Maori and the more vulnerable members of society are being prioritised. There is no solid evidence to suggest that if we keep going the way that the early Pacific settlers have paved, that we will improve our margins in the economic ladder of NZ. So you get to a point where you just say, stuff it, we’ll let others decide we’ll see where this will lead us.

This complacency, I knew was just a phase, and I needed a bit of inspiration to get me out of it. Inspiration came in the form of Pacific Women leaders in Politics. This table was a magnificent table. Pacific women never fail to bring the X in Exotic. Add to it charisma, education, culture, humility, a bit of fashion and red lipstick, and the room came alive. I came alive. Issues ranging from housing, rentals, health and education are always the popular policies. Promises Policies around introducing a ‘rent freeze’ law proposed by the Greens as a solution for sky rocketing rent prices sounded doable. More funding into education and health, and completely erasing the ‘decile’ system in education to equalise the quality of education and opportunities across the country is one policy that all parties seem to agree on (minus National, as their candidate Misa Fia Turner left before questioning time, which was a pity). Cutting out taxes completely, proposed by the conservatives, was called ‘a nice dream in the clouds’ by the practical NZ First Lea’ufa’amuli Asenati Lole-Taylor.

Crime and the over representation of Maori and Pacific Islanders in community based sentences and prisons is a topic that I was particularly interested in (given my line of work), and only one candidate lightly touched on it, New Zealand First’s Lea’ufa’amuli Asenati Lole-Taylor, current Member of Parliament for the Manukau East Constituency and NZ First’s ranked 16 candidate for the current election. Lea’ufa’amuli was after all the Regional Pacific Advisor for the Department of Corrections in Rehabilitation and Reintegration prior to her election in Parliament in 2011. So naturally I was shocked when she suggested that the answer to reduction of crime was to put more Police Officers on the ground. A move that has already been claimed by the National Party to have been their idea. I put my hand up for a question, but someone beat me to the last one. (The Chairperson was meticulous with her time management).

Fortunately, I managed to have a quick chat with the MP afterwards, and still she was very adamant that Corrections and Probation Services were just ‘kidding themselves’ referring to the Department’s National Vision/Goal to reduce crime by 25% by 2017. Now Mrs Lole-Taylor has been under fire recently for a press release she released on the same topic where she was accused on social media of completely ignoring statistical facts on the subject of crime, rehabilitation and reduction of reoffending. Perhaps this is because facts show that there are 8,520 prisoners currently, down from 8,755 three years ago. Furthermore, I am no spokesperson for the Department of Corrections, but facts and public information actually show that the Department has achieved over 50% of its overall goal in the reduction of re-offending, having reduced reoffending by 17% and have 8% to go before 2017. Despite this, she was the most outstanding in terms of her persona and aura. She was oozing of charisma and confidence, treading on the edges of arrogance at times, but hey maybe she could afford it? I particularly liked her idea of a provision of $1,000.00 for every new born child, and then said that this would somewhat be incorporated into the Kiwi Saver Scheme. Isn’t that what the scheme’s already about?

Who inspired the most and why? The Labour and Greens Party candidates won my vote on the day. The three Labour candidates were a great team of young, beautiful ladies, who tackled all issues, with assertive humility and well researched topics. Louisa Wall MP for Manurewa and candidate ranked 12 for Labour, passionately tackled issues on housing, and health related issues for Maori and Pacific Islanders and all elderly citizens stating that Nationals’ policies were far from being ‘rock star’ policies. She also announced that Labour will inject $60 dollars a week into the pockets of parents for the first three years of a child’s life. Achievable but will it be enough? Who’s taxes will that be coming out from?. Jenny Salesa (Tongan married to a Samoan husband) smoothly mitigated issues on education and equal opportunities for students in South Auckland as with the rest of New Zealand outlining Labour education policies, clearly reflecting the benefits of having a Law Degree. I like the idea of having an equal decile system, but will this cause more harm than help for the assessed low decile areas? Will this affect the vulnerable again more than those at the top of the ladder?

Marama Davidson of the Greens Party and candidate for Tamaki Makaurau was vigilant on issues of free public transport, student allowances, rent, housing, poverty amongst Maori and Pacific peoples, taxation, and of course the environment.

What do most of these women have in common? All eight of them are running for Parliament to state the obvious. Seven migrated to New Zealand from their respective Pacific Island countries with their families, and look how far they’ve come? Most are members and Chairs of various Boards and councils. All young and attractive and all have a kick ass attitude, ready to take up their place in Parliament, ready to make changes in their communities. All are passionate to improve the statistics of Pacific Island and Maori peoples on the welfare system, the Justice and Prisons population, education achievement, health, and housing. Their passion inspired everyone who attended including myself and renewed our hopes in the political system of this country. For me, my faith in democracy was resurrected. We must not give up. Because our vote, has the same value as every other citizen in this country, whether they’re first class citizens, or those at the grass roots of society. Our vote value is the same.

There was a real sense that no matter what Party they belonged to, these women all have the common goal of realising the dreams of every Pacific Island migrant and Maori citizen of New Zealand and all other ethnic members of our multi cultural communities. That is, to improve their standards of living. They know that they belong to a proud group of people, who refuse to be limited to the stigmatisation and researched statistics labelling our people as the ‘less achievers’ and lower socio economic members of a first world country. Out of Four+ million New Zealanders, we only make up about Ten or Eleven percent of the country's overall population. So ofcourse our percentage of achievers, employed etc, will never match that of the more dominant ethnic groups. So how is it, that such a small population, can make up more of the unemployed rates of NZ? Something's not right. And we have been saying this for how many years now, those statistics do not reflect the correct tremendous contribution that PIs represent in NZ's workforce. Instead, we continue to be collated under everything that isn't working for NZ. Never mind the phenomenal contribution of our athletes to rugby, netball, boxing, athletics and other international sports that have enlargened NZ's dot on the map? Don't get me wrong, we ALL love New Zealand,and we are all proud to be part of this beautiful strong and accomplished country, but we do not want to be labelled as NZ's problems. Our forefathers have come too far and our communities have survived for too long, to be just a troubled part of NZ society. We are working too hard for too little to be discriminated by the snobbery and ignorance of some members of society and what some research says to be true. All researches are man made and highly susceptible to manipulation after all.

So if you were like me and had been planning on skipping your vote this year, I hope you’re reading this post. Do think twice, and do have a think again about those dreams. Who says we can’t achieve those dreams, with hard work, persistence and a bit of improved opportunities and education, we should be able to achieve the Conservative Party’s vision of a ‘ONE NEW ZEALAND’ moving forward. We should be able to breach that ever growing gap between the rich and poor. We should be able to improve and create better policies to protect our children, eradicate child poverty in NZ, and reduce our crime rates.

I believe that increased employment opportunities, increased minimum wage, equal quality education and opportunities, more housing for those in need, and affordable and better health services, will relieve those at the lower socio economic ladder from dependency on the welfare system and the stifling addictive hold of gangs, drugs and alcohol, prostitution and crime. This is why it is so important to vote. Every vote counts. If you no longer have faith in Political parties, check out who your constituent candidates are, and find out for yourself whether they would serve your interests and voice in Parliament. Sometimes, its easier to know one person first and form there you can decide, well if they can stand for this Party and its policies, then maybe I could stand for it too.

The choice is yours.

IF you must vote, vote woman! Remember behind every great man is a great woman. Well, if we can get these women in Parliament, then we know all the males there would be well advised. Vote woman or man it doesn't matter and I don't want to be labelled as a sexist. Whatever you do, vote for a better NZ for ALL ethnic groups.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

NZ, the Land of misconstrued Opportunities!

For most families in Samoa (especially families living well below the average middle class line), moving to New Zealand, is an opportunity of a Life Time. It means quality affordable/free first world class education, medical services, cheaper food, clothes, products and services that were once beyond their means and almost always out of reach. It means a chance for their sons to be the next ‘Tana Umaga’, or their daughters to have a shot at the Silver Ferns, and to even become visible to Manu Samoa and National Netball selectors, because let’s be honest, there’s always the politics of ‘who you know rather than what you know’ that impacts on individual development in Samoa.

Once the ticket is secured for the Land of the Long White Cloud of ‘milk and honey’ people come loaded with dreams to do well.

Now NZ does in fact deliver well on its promise of opportunities! I have experienced this first-hand myself.

However, the misconstrued gap in that equation comes with the ‘mentality’ that wealth and security will be waiting for you on a silver platter. The second barrier to those opportunities for our Samoan people is what I call ‘cultural’ mentalities. I use the word ‘mentality’ because what I’m about to elaborate on, I strongly believe, is not part of Samoan culture per say, rather it’s an acquired Samoan ‘way of thinking’. Before those families board their flights to their new lives, they would have already had a list of ‘things to send back’ to certain family members. They will have received the blessings of their parents, extended family, and something else equally long lasting.

‘Expectations’.

The families will have been given direct speeches about working hard in NZ, doing well and ‘remember your family’, ‘remember the love we gave you’. “Aua ne’i galo le Alofa”. Now that last phrase may be interpreted in different ways, but when you’re getting ready to travel to a land where wealth is supposedly acquired overnight and your economic stability is expected to now exceed that of your family left behind, and you were raised in a culture where reciprocity has always been the main currency, there is only one appropriate interpretation. That is, remittance! I haven’t lived in Samoa for five years now, but prior to that I know that remittance was if not the top revenue for the country it would have been the second. Judging from the experiences of most Samoan families I’ve visited in NZ, that couldn’t have changed much.

I’m not hard hearted, or ignorant of Fa’a Samoa. Believe me I too am bound to this way of ‘thinking’. Whether it’s expected of me or not, it tends to grow on you and you feel somehow obligated to give back to your family for several things like funerals of people you’ve never met before, and have not received any help from since you were born, or helping someone’s child with their school fees or other regardless of your own ten children’s needs, or someone’s getting a Matai title and we all have to give money so the village can see how ‘well off’ our family has become (that’s the silent real reason of why contributions are so high), the list goes on and on...

But when someone of my ethnicity is sitting in front of me, balling their eyes out, convicted of charges the likes of ‘Theft as a Servant, Using Documents for Pecuniary Purposes, Giving False Information to WINZ or Housing NZ, Burglary, Male Assaults Female (Domestic Violence)’ and the underlying issues boil down to financial hardships, you have got to ask the questions that we all try to sweep under the fala.

Why are our Samoan people who migrate to New Zealand falling under the traps of financial hardship? Why are our people feeling the need to lie to Housing NZ about the true nature of their marital circumstances and employment so they may have access to homes reserved for people who earn less than them, or lying to Social Welfare about the same thing so they may earn a benefit while their partner works, and therefore they’re bringing in the same income that people like me are having to work for but at my expense? Why are our people being driven to commit acts of theft in their well respected jobs? Why are young Samoan families and couples experiencing severe depression and anxieties leading to on-going arguments and police intervention at the homes every other week? Why are our youth turning to the streets, gangs, drugs and burglary? I know that there are numerous inter-related domino effect factors for a lot of the social issues that our Samoan migrants in New Zealand are facing. But I also strongly believe, one of those issues is ‘Expectations’.

You see, when they boarded that flight to NZ, they didn’t know about the pricing of rental properties for a week. They didn’t know how long it would take to save money for a vehicle, which is a necessity in this country when you have a big family, a trademark of Samoan aiga. They didn’t know that you have to have lived in NZ for two years before you are eligible for Housing NZ properties, and a benefit, and other entitlements. They didn’t know that medical services were free ONLY to infants and children under 5. They didn’t know that the cost of uniforms for students in schools were more expensive than the yearly school donation. They didn’t know that their children can’t just wear jandals to school, they have to wear proper fully covered shoes, with the similar price tag to a part of their uniform. We're talking over $180NZD per child, if you get them everything in order for your child to be warm while at school (which unfortunately we see most Pacific Island children don’t have their full uniform). They didn’t know that most parking spaces in NZ are paid,( that includes hospital parking). They didn’t know that they would be needing things like internet and telephones in order to live in their new culture and environment, where most things function in the digital world. They didn’t know that their hard earned wages (double sometimes triple what they used to earn back in Samoa) wouldn’t go a long way with things like, food, petrol, clothes , basic necessities and children’s needs. They didn’t know that whilst food that were once in-disposable to them, although might seem cheaper, it all adds up. They didn’t know that in order to keep your children off the streets you needed to ensure they participate in as much extra-expensive curricular activities as possible, to keep their newfound interests, curiosities and energies under wraps.

No they didn’t know at all.

So some folks end up getting themselves into insurmountable debt to buy a car for their new life, send money home for fa’alavelaves the likes of funerals, weddings, title bestowals, church activities, buy their families in Samoa cars that are better than what they drive in NZ, send boxes of food, clothes, and goods (for no apparent reason) or just parental allowances on a regular basis. Then they moan and groan and eat $2.00 cereals for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They buy Chicken backs from the Chinese for $13NZD and try to make it last for a week between a Family of 6 or 7 (average Samoan families). Kids’ lunch boxes (if any) are often empty, their uniforms aren’t complete and they’re cold because they’re not wearing the proper shoes and thermal wear (we see this everyday with most PI children especially in South Auckland). Many Samoans may not necessarily be living in these circumstances in NZ, I am talking about the ones that end up in the Justice system.

Most of our migrant Samoan families that I’ve come across in my professional and private community projects, are not paying their debts, finding themselves on eviction because they’re not paying their rent, their phones and internet are cut off because they’re not paying their bills, and they’re not at all in sync with their new way of life and their new environment, because they’re having to worry about balancing how to put food on the table, and where to get money to send to Samoa. And if you’re a follower of certain Samoan churches, you’ve got even more to worry about. (But that’s a topic on its own). They’re finding that they’ve got loan sharks on their backs because they’re continually loaning money or gambling to find something to meet that expectation.

I went to the house of an extended relative who were sending weekly allowances to Samoa once. We’re talking the rest of the other breadwinner’s income remitted to Samoa, equivalent of around $1,500TALA, whilst the partner claims the Solo Mother benefit so they can survive. They were sending that much home, yet they couldn’t offer me a cup of tea, because they didn’t have any cups! (They said as much). Those usually cost about $6NZD for a dozen at the Warehouse. Now if they couldn’t afford to buy tea cups, they shouldn’t have any business sending money to Samoa. But that ‘expectation’ is so real, and so strong, and so deeply entrenched into our peoples’ minds and functioning, that people just find themselves going out of their way and beyond their means to show their families back home ‘that they haven’t forgotten the alofa’. Should this be the Samoan interpretation of ALOFA?

Samoan families migrating to NZ are finding that life in New Zealand is only an experience of ‘milk and honey’ if you’re paying your bills and focussing on the needs of your children and yourself first above all others, and that you’re learning to say ‘NO’ to the expectations. They’re learning to say ‘this is all I can afford, nothing more’. And they’re learning, that just because they say no, doesn’t mean they have forgotten their families, or they love them any less. Instead, it should mean, asking their families back home, to be a little bit more understanding and supportive of their new life. That it’s not at all the life of luxury and wealth that they are expecting it to be within a matter of months. It’s a life of hard work, that takes years to build from scratch, and eventually it will become the life of ‘milk and honey’ with years of savings, paying bills, not having to get into debt.

And then, maybe then, helping out others aside from yourself and your children is something that’s within your means, and won’t put you and your children and family in jeopardy of the law, and out of a harmonious peaceful life in a new country, new culture, new way of living and thinking.

In summary, Samoan migrant families in NZ are finding themselves in debt, and in trouble with the law and have acquired addictions of alcohol, drugs and gambling. Statistics show an escalation in crimes related to financial hardships with Samoan and PI families in general. Pacific Island families are always at the lesser end of the economic ruler, and apparently low achievers in Education in New Zealand (I think this is mainly because of our ratio as the minority race in a huge multicultural country, because Samoans and PIs are doing well in Education and this seriously needs to be reassessed). This ‘cultural’ mentality is in fact a huge contributing factor. It should be up to us who have found ourselves in positions to be of help to others, to educate our people to its detrimental effects.

I leave you with contact details to the TALANOA – help line 0800-56-26-787. Led by Samoa’s own son and legend, La’auli Michael Jones, the organisation is there to help you with any problems you’re experiencing with loan sharks. Learn about your debt and how to shrink it the best possible way!

Think Smart. Think of your safety and your children First!






Saturday, February 1, 2014

BIRTHDAYS AND BARIATRIC SURGERY - WILL I SEE ME AGAIN?

Today I woke up to a soft petal touch of warmth on my lips, a hug, a bouquet of one of my favourite flowers (Daisies and Sunflowers), a heartfelt card, a Vanilla-banana smoothie (made by 10 yr old) and a line-up for kisses and hugs from my family, which included my big son Kevin who’s just home for the weekend from boarding school! Now if that’s not the perfect start to your birthday, I don’t know how else that could have been more special.(Oh we're going to the beach and I'm blogging while husband and kids are cleaning and organising everything - yep, that's pretty special too. Big smiles).

If there’s anything I have learned in the past 32 years (wow, I feel so old) of my existence, is that FAMILY is the most precious possession that we can have in a lifetime. Children are a bonus, a ‘gift from God’ in every essence of the phrase, they give us meaning and reason to live and strive for better things in life, and insurmountable joy. Husbands; now that’s just God being an awesome God. When we find someone special, someone who truly cares for us for who we are, in all our flaws, strengths and weaknesses, in sickness and in health, in rags or riches; someone who willingly offers all of themselves to us, without conditions nor expectations (well we all know there are always boundaries – but you know what I mean), someone that you can share laughter with just minutes after screaming at each other, someone who is willing to be patient with you, to walk with you in a path that they don’t understand because they desperately want you in their lives and will never be able to breath nor think without you, someone whom you can’t equally live without, that my friends is love. I only have God to thank for getting me this far and for blessing me with the most important thread that weaves, binds and hold together the all so delicate and exquisite fabric of life.

Another year added to my humble life. ‘Delicate’ being the operative word, last year, I was diagnosed with having an ‘over active thyroid’, which explained why I was having so much problems losing weight. Thyroid problems are often difficult to detect, especially if you’re on a weight loss journey, you could easily mistake the quick weight loss as progress of your intensive dieting and exercising, and the tiredness can be shrugged off as just part of the territory. Trembling in your hands and speech, quickening or slowing of your heart rate, anxiety attacks, extreme tiredness and lack of energy, weight gain or excessive fast weight loss – those are just some of the symptoms of an over active thyroid. Its biggest damage impacts mostly on your heart. Which is why specialists are so concerned about untreated thyroid problems. Apparently its quiet common in Pacific Islanders, my mother had the same diagnosis in 2012, and specialists in New Zealand were quick to diagnose and treat it. It will never go away, but treatment will ensure its under control.

Anyway, weight loss has been an ever present battle in my life. Although they say ‘Big is Beautiful’ (and Samoans particularly love this phrase, believe me I use to love it too) because it’s an excellent excuse to escape from the reality of being obese, I most certainly no longer agree. I am even more offended when women who are clearly a size 16 or less, come out and publicly proclaim that there’s nothing wrong with being big! Woman, try adding on 10 more dress sizes and come back and tell me in the face that that’s how you truly feel about being ‘big’!

There is nothing poetic about carrying around well over 90kgs = 180pounds of excess weight that you don’t need. It is awfully heavy, joint crushing, hot, stuffy, sometimes sweaty (it doesn’t happen in NZ climate so thank God), uncomfortable, can’t run, can’t play much physical sports with your kids. You can only buy and wear expensive clothes because your size in something fashionable is very rare and usually has a three figure tag price. Not to mention that you often find indirect discrimination against you in the workplace because of your weight, never mind your experience, integrity, hard work, passion and drive, your weight is I feel one of the main factors that obese people get looked over for promotions and leadership roles (because society thinks that if you can’t control your eating habits then clearly you can’t surely manage a team or a more intensive role). The list is never ending. But you see, food addiction is just like any other addiction. It is a really problem. But add to that a list of biological complications that prevent you from losing weight, including turning diabetic at 40, and you’re pretty much fucked!

So my Doctor offered to place me on the list for Bariatric Surgery. An operation whereby surgeons carry out what they call the ‘sleeve’ procedure and cut off at least 90% of your stomach (the organ that holds all of your consumed food), including the appetite sensors of your stomach to first; decrease the size of your stomach which ultimately limits the quantity of your food consumption and second to eliminate your appetite tremendously which prevents ‘hunger attacks’. All obese food addicts know what ‘hunger attacks’ are, it’s when your chest is literally pounding with hunger pains just 40 minutes after you’ve had a full meal. At that time, I was only 30 years old and weighing a whopping 163kgs. Life was not at all comfortable and my children, particularly my baby was only four years old at the time, and I was finding it hard to run after her. Let alone bath her (which required a lot of bending down). I was seeing my Doctor every two weeks, with all sorts of complications, and had been hospitalised three times with severe unexplained chest pains in the space of two years. Exercise had become detrimental to my very own health. My joints were constantly swollen from just light everyday walking.

So I agreed with my Doctor. He told me it wasn’t going to be easy. There would be a lot of processes and checks that I had to go through and I would still need to lose a certain amount of weight before the specialists put me on the list for the government funded bariatric surgery. Which if privately done, comes out to about $26,000.00; I most certainly didn’t have that kind of money to throw away for an operation. Not when you have five children to support, a young family, and the only child and main supporter of ill parents. So we went through all the checks, I got declined three times. (Because I hadn’t lost any weight and because they felt that I was still young and still had time to do it on my own – surgery should always be your last resort).

So I changed up my schedule and lifestyle. I started exercising more regularly, and eating healthy, less portions, and stopped buying soda, chips and take away, and replaced it with water and home cooked meals, soups, salads, fruits and smoothies. Three months later I started showing results. I joined weight loss challenges with friends and families which fuelled my motivation to maintain my new lifestyle. I had plenty of lapses, but I learned to get back on my feet quickly, or I wouldn’t get back up at all. Before I knew it, I had received a letter for my first information workshop on ‘bariatric surgery’ to learn what it was all about.

Main complications – death, bleeding, leaking and other slightly minor ones.

Yes, the big D word, like with any operation, death is always a possibility.

From memory the possibility of death is about 1%, the success rate of the operation itself has been proven to be 100%, the death rate has been 0.0001% in New Zealand over the past 5 plus years. Lifetime changes after the operation, you will never be able to gulp water ever, rather you’ll be sipping everything religiously. Your food portions will be much much smaller. My mate at work who’s successfully had hers, swears she can only eat half a sausage now for a meal! For the first three weeks after surgery, everything will be pureed, which makes sense because your scarring is on the inside and you need to heal first. After that, you can pretty much eat anything (healthier choices), but in very small portions. It is expected that you will lose 68% of your body weight during the first three months after the operation. Two weeks ago, I finally got the call, my operation is on the 10th of February and I have to start living on Optifast meal replacement shakes for three weeks prior to surgery to shrink my liver size and enhance fast recovery after the operation.
Thus I am not eating anything on my own birthday but smoothies and salads! However, I feel that getting the operation is going to be the best gift I can give myself.

I have not been at my recommended weight for well over a decade. When child number three came along, that was it, I started gaining progressively.

I do not recommend that all obese people should get this surgery by putting this experience in writing. I am simply being honest to myself and one of the reasons why I am always putting honest accounts of my weight loss on paper and on face book, is because in this game, often we need to be accountable to someone. If not to an audience of followers but to ourselves. I don’t want to be one of those folks who lose the weight from bariatric surgery, yet when people inquire about their ‘secret’ they pretend that they did it all on their own.

It is by no means a walk in the park or a quick fix. There are a lot of things that I am having to sacrifice in order to get this operation and lose the weight. I will never eat the same – ever! But drawing from the scriptures and Jesus teachings, ‘man does not live on food alone, but the Word of God’ helps me get through it. I will be taking vitamin supplements for the rest of my life. Will it be worth it?

To be able to drop 10 or even 20 dress sizes successfully without any further biological complications – absolutely.

To be able to play and run with my children, go bungee jumping, diving, hot balloon riding, sea and air gliding, jump from a plan for sky diving (my bucket list) and add more years to my life to spend with my family, friends, loved ones and my husband?

PRICELESS.

So this birthday, I most certainly count myself blessed and I am extremely excited to see ME again – pretty soon.


Sunday, December 22, 2013

MARIST AND I, HAVE SERIOUS HISTORY!


When I checked my blog this morning, I noticed that my last post was a little over a month ago! Goodness gracious! Life has been busy lately. The word 'busy' doesn't really do much justice to the literal happenings of my life in the past two months. Sleep was reduced from 8 hours to 2 - 3 hours a night, project meetings progressed from once a week to three nights a week, balancing work and my personal commitments with family obligations became a juggling game. Whilst three balls were in the air, two had to be carefully and precisely prepared to fly into the air, whilst a platform had to be ready to catch the others and the cycle would continue! You might be wondering, what on earth is she talking about?

Well, three months ago, I was approached with a proposal to use my skills and experience with media work, to assist the Marist Brothers Old Pupils’ Association – MBOPA Samoa NZ Organising Committee with its work, by promoting and coordinating all things media related for the association. (I know, please try and bear with the acronyms).

I loved the idea and was/is extremely ecstatic. I have been waiting for 14 years for an opportunity, for the right time and right ingredients to position myself in a place where and time where I can give back to a school that had changed so much for me and my fates. You see, if something felt right, I always go with my gut instinct. I thought it would be the ideal chance that I had been waiting for…it was my opportunity to give back to a school that I held very close to my heart.

(Although I didn’t spend more than just a year with Marist St. Joseph’s College, the school has done so much for me and my current future). Now here’s the part where things are going to start to get a tad bit personal, but in this story, it’s inevitable. The information I’m about to depart with, is known to many, yet few, and extremely sensitive to me and my family, but is the ‘essence’ of my history with Marist St.Joseph’s College.

At the age of 17, I was older and more matured than my years. Perhaps too much for my own good. I wouldn’t be the first, but still in the eyes of Samoan society, teenage pregnancies were very much ostracized and not many sympathise with the young girls who found themselves in those circumstances, (however unfortunate it was for their young lives or the social circumstances which may have led them down that path). It was and still can be a cruel reality of the societies that we live in. Anyways, back then the colleges I had attended didn’t have a Form 6 or Year 13 level, which meant I had to complete this year at a Catholic school that facilitated this need in order to transit to University entrance preparatory year or Form 7.


It had to be a Catholic school, I had never been educated elsewhere, and despite my un-catholic ordeal, it was still very important to complete my education in the Catholic Faith. Well, the one school which was most appropriate (and I’m not going to name the school here as I’ve moved on from that whole episode), turned me down. The exact words of a member of the cloth on the board (which got back to my family, Samoa being such a small place) were that ‘damaged females should not mix with girls’.

We thought it would be the end of my short educational life (at least in Samoa) being an only child, meant there was no way my Father would let me move to a relative in New Zealand or elsewhere to complete my education. We lost hope, until somehow, Brother Kevin O’Malley Principal of Marist St. Joseph’s College, had somehow seen the School Certificate National results and somehow heard that one of the students with the leading national English Marks was not fated to complete Year 13 level.
And that’s how it all started.

For the first time in Marist St. Joseph’s History, a teenage mother was accepted into the school. Brother Kevin met with my family and I, he sent tutors home for private tutoring for each of my five main subjects. I had my first born in April, and I was back to school in June for the second term. I remember asking him, “Will it be okay for me to wear mufti?” He replied matter-of-factly, “Why would you?” I remember searching his face for more but there was only fact. “You’ll be a student, just like everyone else,” he said.
Well, it wasn’t really the case at first. The younger boys caught on with the gossip pretty fast, and my first month at school was a little purgatory on earth. Whispers, wayward looks, and outright smart remarks and name calling, I was dubbed ‘mom’ and I would bend my head and quicken my steps home (We lived just ten minutes from the school). Even my own relatives at the school didn’t want to be associated with me, for fear of shame from others. Some seriously considered changing their last names from mine. (Yeah, we can’t always choose family can we).

I remember considering quitting many times. But I also loved learning and studying and getting past each hurdle till I get to the next. My love of the academic arts surpassed it all. So I persevered and surprisingly for me, my class mates made it worth my while.

All the boys in my class were super supportive. Once they got to know me, they became my fierce protectors. The younger ones no longer dared to call me names, they had been warned against it, that doing so would result in a painful experience. Back then, you never saw of those ‘painful’ experiences. Before I knew it, I was one of them. I had many girlfriends, I attract girls like magnets to a fridge. But the truth is, what really got me through that year, was the support and respect of the boys in my class. One of them passed away earlier this year, Dr. Mika Ah Koui, we spent many days together in biology and chemistry labs. (RIP old friend).

The year went by, I participated in various school activities, sports, athletics, cultural activities, choir, and went on field trips, and a whole lot of afterschool getaways. Yes, I became like any other student. Young as I was, my parents had taken over the rearing of my child, and being first time grandparents, they really didn’t care anymore what I did with myself, as long as I came home, attended school and went onto greener pastures. And of course there was that very Samoan concept, that the baby was now theirs, and I was to just continue with school.

Thinking back to it now, I realise how privileged I had been to have my family, parents, friends and the support of the boys in my class, eventually the school, all of my teachers and Br. Kevin O’Malley. (Which was not always the case for many teenage mothers in Samoa at that time). Had I not been given that support, who knows what would have happened to me. I would have had to deal with being a mother, when I was still trying to find myself as a young adult and woman. I shudder at the idea, that I could have gone another path, had it not been for my Marist SJC school.


Later that year, I passed and graduated with very good marks (despite a lot of fooling around just like any normal teenager would at their last year of school). In fact, I was just one point off from first overall in History from the boy (another friend) who took the first place trophy. (I personally think the male teacher could have added an extra mark for my essay but hey I didn’t care, I had 96 out of a 100). When the Pacific Senior School Certificate PSSC results came out the next year, out of some 45 girls from our year, only 11 made the cut. Yours’ truly was one of them. I couldn’t believe it. It was surreal, to be able to go through that year, to stand up after a fall, carry on, be normal again, and come out on top. What a year that was for me! My parents were extremely proud. I owed it to Br. Kevin, to the whole school, that I did not use the opportunity in vain. I will be forever grateful.


Later on, I went on to work as a journalist at the Samoa Observer, whilst I was studying towards a double Major in Law and Journalism, at the University of the South Pacific – Alafua, (like I said, my Daddy could never let me go). I passed my Certificate in Criminal Law. I went on to work at various newspapers including Newsline and Talamua before I went on to Television, with the State owned SBC TV One and Radio. (All the while I was studying part time at the University). From there I went on to work at the Legislative Assembly – Parliament of Samoa, at the Hansard Department, simultaneously translating/interpreting live Parliamentary debates into English, translating all Samoan Hansard records, assisting with translations of legislations, etc. I was there for a year, when I was selected Media Officer for an all new Executive Team for the Samoa Football Soccer Federation. (I was on my second year of law school by then). It was six months into that role, when we received news, that we were successful in the Quota ballot scheme for Permanent Residence in NZ, 2009. We paid everything and made the move – and here I am.


With the move, I decided I needed to do something different, using my transferrable skills, of report writing, researching, alysing, writing proposals, facilitating, presentation skills, people skills, understanding legislation and laws, and my passion for working with people without a voice, and making a difference in their lives. So I changed career paths, and applied to be a Probation Officer with the Department of Corrections. Where a lot of report writing is what I do, as well as making a difference in peoples’ lives, by working together with other community and government agencies to manage their sentences in the community and formulate counter plans to reduce their reoffending and risks in the community and hopefully create long lasting changes in their behaviours and mind sets. Studies are still on my list of things to do, (I’m still young, still four more years of study left in me), but for now, my children are my priority.

But, as with any writer, my love for the ink and words, is perhaps the strongest force in my life and being. I will always go back to writing, no matter what. Thus, here’s my story. Vulnerable, exposed, wide open book for all to see, but like I always say to my offenders, the ability to show vulnerability takes courage, strength and a lot of guts. Some of the best writers in history, are the best because they wear their hearts on their sleeves.


Next week on the 25th of December, we will have been married for 10 years and together for 12. We have been blessed with five children. My eldest son and second born child, is named after Br. Kevin. Kevin, is a highly active sports athlete, with what appears to be a promising rugby athletics career in front of him, with the right attitude and support. My first born is now in College, and she is inspiration itself to me. Actively participates in all sports, and at the very top of her academic studies and class. The younger three are no different. Each child unique and gifted. I have been truly blessed. The fates and God have blessed me, with at first a rocky, challenging and trying beginning, but I have learned, it’s our trials that make us strong. I’ve adapted a lot of resilience, I am much stronger when life throws me hurdles, my Dad passed away last year, but I am still moving on. With a supportive husband, healthy beautiful children, caring family – it’s not the beginning that counts, its how you finish!

My MARIST experience taught me to strive for the best no matter what life throws at you, you get up and you keep fighting, keep on striving, and eventually all good things come to those who work hard.

MARIST MAKING LEADERS:

So from the 9th of December - 14th of December, we celebrated 50 years of MBOPA Samoa NZ existence in New Zealand, as well as a continued celebration of the 125 years of Marist Brothers' presence and contribution to education in Samoa. The original organising committee consisted of 18 males, and one female, myself. Yet another first for me and Marist history itself. According, to the Organising Committee Chairman Faimalo Allan Stowers, it was the first time that a former female student, was involved on that level, in MBOPA Samoa NZ activities. I am extremely humbled by this opportunity. Many of my lady friends often asked me, "How do you do it?" Referring of course to juggling a highly demanding job, family and then being the only female amongst a group of men. I always said, the hard part was juggling family, job and committee obligations, the latter was the fun part. (grinning from ear to ear). No seriously, for some women, being alone with a bunch of men, can be quite overwhelming, and not at all comforting. But, I think I owe it to being an only child, I sometimes find myself in my element at the most unorthodox of places and situations. (grinning). And well, to be fair, when you have a good mix of people in the group, it makes a huge difference.

It was truly a unique experience and one that I will do over and over again, and will not change a single thing about it. It started from working on the Media Team for the committee in coordinating articles for mainstream and social media networks, and later on I ended up taking on Secretarial roles, some negotiating on behalf of the Committee and organising activities and liaising on behalf of the men where a woman's touch would be more effective than a man's voice. It was a lot of fun. Challenges I think came in the sense, that sometimes men being men, can forget that a woman has a voice, and an opinion, and that regardless of age or status I was not there as a woman, I was there as a member of a fraternity that I too belonged to with just as much right as any other man.

It was a learning experience. I worked alongside some hardworking, driven and passionate, successful in their own right, men. Who would always take criticism and turn it into a positive. I felt the MARIST SPIRIT there stronger than ever. There was always a strong sense of pride, an essence of brotherhood and belonging to the same family. If there was anything that I would have liked to add to the experience, it would have been to see more former female students involved. But we understand that it's still early days for MBOPA in NZ let alone, female students involved in any Marist activities. If you're reading this and you're a former female student, ladies, I challenge you, don't just turn up to the functions and siva's, I would really like to see more female students involved in our body meetings, decision making, organising and development of our association. It is truly an association, that we can proudly call our own and it welcomes each of you with open arms. It is a place where we can make a difference, for our communities and for the future of a school that has done so much for Samoa.

Much has been said about the Marist Brothers' history and its contribution to education in Samoa and to the Marist schools itself. So I will not go into those details. But I would like to re-emphasise what makes us fellow MARISTS so proud to belong to the Marist Family. Malisi has produced leaders for Samoa, currently, the Prime Minister, Chief Justice, Speaker of Parliament, Attorney General and heads of Government Departments, Leaders in the Business sector, Sports Legends are all proud and avid members of the Marist fraternity. In NZ, never before in the history of any other old students association, has there been two of its members serving top diplomatic posts for Samoa simultaneously. The Samoa High Commissioner to New Zealand, HE Afioga Leasi Papali'i Scanlan and Samoa Consular General Afioga Faolotoi Fatialofa Pogi are both avid Marists and patrons of MBOPA in NZ. This is a legacy that we can all be proud of and contribute to its continued success for future generations out of the Marist education system.

Our weeklong celebrations again was the first of its kind to have ever been attempted by MBOPA Samoa NZ. It was a very successful week. Enjoyed by all who attended, and once again the MARIST spirit was always felt throughout all events. We have received countless feedback from our partners and supporters who were extremely happy and pleased with our activities, particularly the spectacular Gala Dinner finale, which saw attendance from 600 people, all 60 tables for 10, sold out. Fine food and wine was always in abundance, and $55,000tala was raised and donated to the Marist School in Samoa to assist with the remaining balance of its' '3 in 1' project, comprising of a Library, Computer Lab and Science Lab, valued at $1.5 million tala, to which $1.1 million tala has already been paid off. It was an extremely proud moment for MBOPA Samoa NZ and the Organising Committee. To have literally started the whole event from nothing, and to end up with all expenses paid for plus a $55k donation. It's an achievement to be commended.






MBOPA Samoa Organising Committee, Chairman Afioga Muliagatele Faimalo Allan Stowers, MBOPA President Leota Saufua, Secretary Fiaai Viaane McCarthy, Vice-President Toe Pa'u, Treasurer Peter Stowers, Pio Henry Soagia, my Media Team Rasmus Pereira, and our newest addition Seumanu Francis Ioane, Lemalu Semo Sititi, Faumui Toleafoa, Ah Chong Sam Chong, Tovi'o Lepou, and my dearest darling husband Lafaitele Danny Leaupepe and our whole committee, Fa'afetai tele lava for the experience. We learn from our shortcomings, we celebrate our achievements and we grow in our passion, commitment and dedication to the Marist Spirit and to ourselves.

Last but no the least, my thanks to my mother, my children and my husband, for your support, your patience, understanding, tolerance and love. Without all of that, I would not have been able to be a part of this special milestone in Marist history.

"Forevermore, Forever Yours, Forever Marist".

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Amongst other things, I also write poetry...this is the first in many moons. Red Forbidden Wine.

When desire is red forbidden wine...
Where unbeknown joys and pleasures may await,
Spirit, Freedom, Youth and Rights, locked in an endless circle
Black mould wraps logic...
consumes warmth
But locked, locked away in a square, locked away in a box.
Closed. Shut. Prisoner of thy own bed.
Prisoner in thy own head..
Never to fly...
Withers...dies

Be bold..be brave .. be fearless
Key to lock honesty
Endless guesses exhausting, mind numbing
Circles confusing...circles excruciating
Closed. Shut. Prisoner of aimless provocation
Prisoner in thy own head.
Never to fly
Withers...dies
But rescue is wine
Deep, red, velvet...smooth, soft gentle roll wine.
Withers...dies.