Gift giving at birthdays...

 

It was definitely a busy weekend as I worked through with my students, but before my class started, I was made aware that one of my colleagues was celebrating her birthday with a cake and food at the staffroom.

I quickly went to sing "Happy Birthday" to her then quickly drove home to pick up a couple of my handmade gifts and gifted them to her in a box tied with string and a homemade birthday card.

At the moment, I'm crocheting winter scarves (although Spring weather is starting here), and last year I made some woollen bags with some beautiful wool.

I was able to gift my colleague one of each, as I'd known her for around 15 years. She also asked me to take some cake home (which I did), and my family members loved her carrot cake, which is also a favourite of mine...

Tongan language week 2026...

 

Malo e lelei, and happy Tongan Language Week to the many Tongans around the world. Interestingly, last night my beloved and I watched a Tongan commentary about the close links that there are between Tongans and Samoans, which go way back to the Tui Manu'a dynasty of Eastern Samoa that ruled all of the Samoan islands at one time.

I had heard and read about the political power of the Tui (King) of Manu'a, which relates to a group of Eastern Samoan islands. However, I wasn't aware that Tongan scholars had also studied the links between Tui Manu'a and Tui Tonga.

So much so that the three types of Tongan language that are spoken, i.e. that of the language used for the Royals, the nobles and commoners, have words that link to Samoan origins, especially in the language employed for the Royals. That's a blog for another day.

If you've read in my earlier blogs, I have Tongan ancestry that we have lost connections to, as my maternal grandfather was a fluent Tongan speaker, as was my namesake and great-grandmother Eleni. I was told by my mother that often when they were arguing, they would speak in Tongan so that others weren't able to understand them. An interesting strategy to employ when not wanting others to know.

I was also aware that both of them spent time in Tonga and that we had a Tongan connection with one of my great-grandmother's sisters marrying in Tonga and living there. Sadly, we no longer have that connection, but I'm still proud to have that Tongan connection, which is estimated in my DNA to be about 10% (ancestry.com).

It is great to know about the Tongan connection and the commentary also confirmed for me some of my own research that I was aware of back in the 1980s of connections of Samoa with the location of other islands i.e. Tonga meaning south (of Samoa) and Rarotongan meaning (lalo - under or beneath Tonga) and Tokelau meaning north east as the island of Tokelau is positioned north east of Samoa. Something new to learn...

Candice Owens a great debater...

 

I don't usually comment on other YouTubers' posts, etc., but I thought for this particular online debate that I would make an exception. The highly viewed (well over two million views) weekend debate, with over three hours online, was between Candice Owens and a guy called Andrew Wilson, with another commentator known as PBD or Patrick Bet-David as the moderator.

I've been fascinated in the depth and breadth of the online investigation that YouTuber and public commentator Candice Owens has gone through since the public assassination of her good friend Charlie Kirk, whom I didn't even know about a year ago. 

New Zealand is a long way from the States, and our politics are markedly different, with our Te Tiriti o Waitangi or Treaty with Tangata whenua or indigenous peoples of this land. I found it interesting that Candice Owens, a young black woman who strikes me as very knowledgeable about global and internal politics within the States, was debating a white older man who didn't seem to be as knowledgeable, but he seemed to have a certain arrogance about him during the debate.

I won't go into the details of the debate, but in my opinion, and in that of many other online commentators, Candice Owens won hands down. I watched Wilson use bullying tactics, deflect questions, pivot when he knew things weren't going well, heckle her, and he had an incessant shaking of his foot, which really told of his nervousness, or rather, it was telling of the overt amount of stress that he was experiencing.

On the contrary, Candice Owens was the real master debater. I had watched her on an earlier online debate take on a group of young liberal debaters as a conservative woman and stand her ground really well. 

Her cool, calm demeanour must have been off-putting to Wilson because he seemed so agitated by her and his comments to her reflected that, especially in a comment when he said that he thought that "all women were retarded", which he reportedly said was a 'tongue-in-cheek' comment. I thought that that particular comment revealed more about his character and conceding the debate because Owens didn't flinch at all and annihilated him in front of a global audience. A deeply embarrassing debate for him.

I think that the late Charlie Kirk would have been proud to have had a friend like Owens. Someone who deeply cares about the murder of her friend and would try to find out the truth about his public assassination. She even put her life on the line, as I'm sure that the powerful people behind his murder would not be happy and are probably agitated by her asking further questions about the case.

My thoughts and prayers go out to her and her family for protection and blessing, as not only was she pregnant at the time of the debate, but she's also a mother with children who count on her to be present for them. This was no mean feat, and I'm glad that Owens is a role model in many respects for young women who have a faith and a passion to live authentically despite the evil that surrounds us...

Passing of a well-respected rangatira (leader) Mr Stirling...

I'd like to pay homage to a rangatira (Māori word for leader), a kaiako (teacher) and a beloved teaching colleague for many years, Mr Te Kepa Stirling, as I knew him.

I started high school, and he was the Māori teacher at my high school, Ngā Tapuwae College (before it became a kura - school of Māori immersion), with his late wife as a school councillor. 

They were big proponents of te reo Māori (the Māori language), and I remember taking his class to learn Māori words, especially the Lord's Prayer. He also played the guitar, and I remember he had one finger missing but still played waiata (Māori songs) with gusto and had the rest of us singing along.

He was a formidable teacher and one that you didn't want to mess around with. He was a no-nonsense guy, but then when I got to know him better, I learned that he had a good sense of humour with a real heart for his people and te ao (worldviews) Māori.

There was a big restructuring of the school back in the 90s. It became one of the first campuses nationwide, with the school's name changed to Southern Cross Campus, encompassing the next-door Māngere Intermediate school that I had earlier attended. A primary school was moved onto the campus from down the road, and the rest was history.

The Māori bilingual classes then applied to become a kura and were next door to the campus and kept the name Ngā Tapuwae, where it became one of the most sought-after schools of Māori immersion that scored high marks for their students. Mr & Mrs Stirling's daughter, who was a couple of years older than me, became the principal.

After leaving high school, I went to Uni for several years and completed my first Master's degree, then returned to train as a high school teacher. I later met Mr Stirling both as experienced educators (he more than me), and we both worked on Ministry of Education contracts.

I distinctly remember him driving me to visit another colleague, and he showed me a shortcut to the city from where we both lived in South Auckland. Often when I drive down that road, I remember him showing me the road and the good relations that we had. Him as an experienced tangata whenua educator, and me as a fledgling diaspora Samoan educator at the time.

I had a lot of respect for Mr Stirling, as it was from him, his wife and colleague that I heard the Māori language spoken at school, as it wasn't commonly heard in the circles that I had growing up. It's a different story now, as I work and study within Māori tertiary education circles, but he would have been one of the first pioneers and just a year younger than my late dad.

It was so sad to hear today about his passing, as I had attended his wife's tangi (Māori funeral arrangements) many years ago at the kura where there were a lot of educators, students, and families who paid their respects at the time. They also left a special legacy in their vocal advocacy for te reo and te ao Māori, now with a kura onsite where Māori can succeed in an environment that espouses their cultural understandings. 

He reminds me of my dad; they were men of integrity who loved and served their communities. They were proponents of culture and language and believed in the integrity of tikanga/kawa or tū/aganu'u or protocols/traditions that needed to be passed on to the next generations. Interestingly, both had daughters who have continued in their legacies and trusting that this will continue with next generations...
 

Vai, Wai, and the important of water...

In past classes that I've taught, I've asked my students to consider what element they've felt associated with from their (indigenous) perspectives.

For me, it's water or vai in gagane (language) Samoan or wai in te reo (the language) Māori. I've always felt drawn to water, and perhaps that has to do with my Samoan heritage and DNA.

I remember learning to swim with my favourite strokes being back stroke, breast stroke and side stroke. I must confess that my freestyle isn't so great by my beloved's is.

All my children have been to swimming classes and in my 20s and 30, I enjoyed participating in Dragonboat and especially Outrigging or Waka ama, which is a type of canoe with an ama or outrigger. However, nowadays I'm enjoying my 5 - 7 km walks close to water, and this pic is of a beach that I walk around. I find water calming and soothing when it's still. 

It helps me to relax and to enjoy the soft lapping on sunny days near the beach. In fact, I got married to my beloved on a beach in Fiji, i.e. Sonaisali Island, and upon the loss of my late dad, when all of the funeral arrangements were completed, I was able to cry my heart out near water, which I found healing.

In Samoa, it's been a blessing to have been able to build on my late father's communal village of Fasito'o-uta, a house that is next to the open ocean with a view of the island of Savai'i from our outside porch. I've also participated in 'pure' or cleansing ceremonies with past classes when teaching/learning about 'tikanga' or Māori tradition and protocols. Water holds a special place in my heart...
 

Graduation cake for our eldest...

 

Here is a pic of our eldest's graduation cake that I forgot to post about on the day of her graduation from AUT (Auckland University of Technology) Bachelor of Laws.

She also won a top prize from one of her classes regarding indigenous laws that she was particularly fond of discussing with me, given my interest in indigenous research.

She actually had two other cakes, one from her BBF as they had been high school buddies who had both decided to enter law schools but at different universities, though only metres away from each other.

For this particular cake, I went in with my youngest to the cake shop to discuss the design of a book with yellow and pink tapa-type print on the top, frangipani with pink centres on the top.

The mortar board, coloured forest green with ribbon around the scroll, depicts the colour of the hood for law graduates of the university.

Inside the book cake, our youngest chose a marble cake with chocolate and vanilla and the mortal board filling was her favourite - a red velvet cake. The sad thing about our festivities was that I had to work on the weekend of her graduation and wasn't able to spend the Saturday and Sunday together.

However, we had a fun time and with some beautiful memories that were captured by a professional photographer and also our handy phones. I'm so glad to see her complete this part of her journey. It definitely was hard fought and we're so proud that the next generation are continuing on with my late father's wish for them to do well no matter what life's path they decide on...

"Culture is what shapes your ideas" Photograph by Iriyahz Filisi (2026)

 

Photo by Iriyahz Filisi (c) 2026

One of the things that I've been pleasantly encouraged by is the creativity that I believe was passed down through generations on my maternal side. 

Starting with my namesake, great-grandmother Eleni Tuilimu nee: Spitzenburg, to her son (my granddad), who was a jewellery maker, then to my mum, who was an amazing creative, i.e. could sew, knit, crochet, weave, make handicrafts, and amazing cook.

Then passed down to me with my interest in the arts and fine art, handicrafts and creative writing. Then to my children, with the elder two taking art into their senior high school years and now the youngest taking photography in senior high school.

This is a poster that was created by our youngest in her photography class, bringing together her interest in Samoan culture and a wordsmith too. She displayed the depiction of one of the weapons that Nafanua (an historical Samoan warrior woman) was believed to have used in a historical battle that she was, as I retold the story of in one of my books...

He Ara Rangahau - The path/ways of Indigenous Research...

 

This was an article that was written a couple of months ago after I graduated with my PhD from Te Whare Wānanga o Awanuiārangi. It summarised the journey that I had taken (which was a very long in decades) to complete my studies.

I think that in taking my time, learning from my communities and not compromising and walking away from some academic environments, I was able to write a thesis while being immersed outside of academia

I was able to authentically write in such a way that it was recognised by the markers and the committee who awarded me with a first equal top thesis prize for the year. I must say that when I first read the report from an eminent Māori academic who supported my thesis going to examination, I simply cried.

It has been my nemesis for so many years, so it was a sigh of relief and a sign that it was meant to be and that the eminent academic understood why I wrote it that way. My pathway to completing my PhD had to go through the fire and through an indigenous lens as a diaspora Samoan woman matai (chief), and there was no other way to write it.

I'm considering now publishing it (not all the research speak for the academy) but more the personal stories, as it was hard fought and I think it can help to inspire other would-be academics or even just the lay person who's interested to consider their own personal stories as being worthy of sharing. 

Again, I thank God and my parents; my mum always believed in me from the start and my late dad, who planted the seed and dream within me to even consider the 'doctor/ate' path, although he meant a medical doctor, but as a creative, I was able to put my own spin on it...

First Class visit to Papakura Marae...

During the weekend, I had the privilege of taking my class to visit a local marae called Papakura Marae. 

It was to be my first time visiting there, but its reputation preceded it, as I had heard about all of the neat community work they did during the COVID-19 lockdown some years ago.

I was the van driver, as we only had a van full of students; we didn't need to use the other two vans that had been booked, as others were catching up with their work back on campus.

It was also a privilege to have had a family of three associated with the marae and another who worked at the marae and joined my class last year. There, I had promised that I would bring a class not only to visit but to get to spend a half day there to learn about the marae and the opportunities that it offers its community.

We were formally welcomed onto the marae with a powhiri (māori welcoming ceremony), with two ladies of our group who were able to karanga (special female call) in kind, and one of our group who was fluent in te reo (language) Māori was able to respond and thank the marae representatives for welcoming us into their space.

We enjoyed having morning tea and lunch there at their beautiful whare kai or place of eating. I must say that I enjoyed their meals as it was cooked with a lot of  'love' compared to the catered food that we usually receive on campus. There I was able to catch up with two of my former students, and it was so neat to see how far they had gone with their practices.

We were taken on a tour around the marae and got to learn about the different carvings and pou (poles), their names and the stories behind them. I also learned that a lot of the carvings had been carved through a relationship that they had with TWOA Te Wānanga o Aotearoa, where I currently work, and it was through a programme like mine that students and their teacher were able to plan and carve out the pou.

We learned that there were at least 62 services that the marae offers to its community that were not only for their Māori communities but also for non-Māori. They also gave a copy of their publication about the marae's backstory.

My students absolutely enjoyed themselves for our fieldwork excursion and we also got to learn a lot along the way, so much so, that when it was discussed the following day in class with the rest who hadn't been able to attend - there was so much to share and I was so glad that I was able to share that learning opportunity with them...