The Graduate

The sound of “Pomp and Circumstance” brought me out of my selfish fixation. Everyone stood up, cheered, shouted their Graduate’s name, essentially, it was loud and proud. Of course, I found something more to be annoyed about, that is, until, I saw her unmistakable contour.

And then I saw her face. “Mom, Dad, there she is!” Through the procession she walked with her fellow-grads, tall and proud she was, and then she spotted us: walking and jumping, smiling from ear-to-ear, and waving at us. When she saw our father, who remained seated, his face awash with tears of pride and joy, she tried hard to choke back her tears, but the waterworks were flowing…

…from John @ Tala’aga…

Childless Mother, “Happy Mother’s Day!”

Recently (as many as a few years ago, or so), I’ve noticed that every Mother’s Day my mother never fails to wish my older sister, who is without children, “…Happy Mother’s Dear…” My older sister has no children of her own and I’ve often wondered why my mother bothers to wish my older sister a Happy Mother’s day?

Because of my mother’s well-wishes, I’m forced to contemplate, to wonder, “…why is my Mother wishing my older sister a ‘Happy Mother’s day’…”? Then I remembered…

…by John @ Tala’aga

lluminated

As the sun began to set, my sisters and I talked about how much we enjoyed the day, we talked about our hour-long bus ride home, and we were hoping that our parents weren’t going to be upset with us for getting home later than we explained. But our concerns quickly decapitated, suddenly, my sisters interrupted our conversation with their cooing and hawing over the silhouette of a Man walking out from the shores of Alkai.

I looked up to see what they were gushing over. I saw, what they saw. I saw a silhouette of a man with broad shoulders, tall, maybe five foot-eight inches, slim at the waist, the sun seemed to glitter around him as he walked out from the Alkai shores. Naturally, I started wondering if we were in the middle of a “Baywatch” television series…

…by John @ Tala’aga

If You Feel Like A Jerk, Then…

Recently, I took time out for my usual ‘R&R’ fix at 1Samoana, and on this day I had more chores than usual to do. I figured, “Oh, what the heck, I can do two things at one time,” and in-between my mother reminding me to take out the recycling, my father reminding me to take the trash out for pick-up, taking care of house’s plumbing problems so that we don’t have to call a real plumber (only cause we can’t afford their professional services), and the other extra chores, I was on and off at the group discussion, “I Spy With My Fob Eyes.” This discussion appeals to me because, like most guys, it includes visuals, followed by the clever and hilarious commentary. Aside from all the visceral laughs I get out of this, and I know this makes no sense, but I especially love how stupid I feel. I’ve discovered that the long journey just before the light goes on in the brain (the light that leaves you saying to yourself, “Oh! That’s what’s goin’ on, that’s how it works!”), is the feeling stupid…

…by John @ Tala’aga

Life’s Imitations

Key in ignition, set it in reverse, car in drive, and drove to my destination. The whole (15 minutes) way there my mind was racing! I thought to myself, “…how many times have I taught this girl ‘how-to’ change a flat, how many times have I taught this girl how to check the oil!!!…” Naturally, when I pulled up to my sister and Father, I arrived with thoughts in mind, aside from my auto-ready to replace the flat tire.

In the midst changing out the flat for the spare, I vented my thoughts out loud! Naturally, I’m talking (yelling) and unscrewing and screwing-in bolts, and removing the flat, and placing the spare in! I go on and on and on, and then I looked up at my sister, and what I saw broke my heart.

…by John @ Tala’aga

The Resilience of A Samoan Woman

Nine months pregnant with her third child, she knew it was time to deliver. She left her two children, ages three and two, home alone, and walked to the hospital to deliver her third child. The hospital was less than a quarter of a mile walk for her, she prayed that her babies left home unattended would be safe until their father’s return from his meeting, she locked the doors and walked on, nine months pregnant, and prepared for her third child’s arrival into this world…

…by John @ Tala’aga

A Quiet Secret

At 5:00 a.m., I wake. I love seeing the morning skies: colors of orange, indigo, sky blue, pool blue, mist of green, shot of yellow somewhere between gold and hues of orange-yellow,…

Everyday (most days), I love driving up to my home. At the end of the driveway I know my family are awaiting my arrival, and I know that I’m waiting to see what’s for dinner; but, mostly, I’m waiting to see if I’m the one that will be making dinner. Most things bother me, but I don’t mind cooking for my family, I love knowing that they anticipate my coming home as I do coming home.

…by John @ Tala’aga