As a child I was taught that when you do something wrong you need to say sorry. But when I think about it now, I hardly ever heard my parents or any other Samoan parents say sorry to their children. Especially when it was the parents that seemed to be in the wrong. How many times have you been yelled at for something you didn’t do just to never hear your parents say sorry? How many of you grew up with alcoholic fathers just to never hear them say sorry for waking you up at 3am to make them something to eat after they have had a long night in the pub? How many times did you have to go without lunch because your parents were too busy trying to look good in front of the congregation and give your shopping money for lafoga? Did they ever say sorry?
Samoa’s history is peppered with skirmishes over land and even a civil war or two. It was customary back then for those who were defeated in battle to retreat into the mountains.
This is why, after the tragic events of Samoa’s Black Saturday, the men of the Mau scattered to find refuge in villages far away from Upolu’s troubled coastline.
The women, however, didn’t….
Once upon a time (1979, to be exact) a Samoan newspaper was born in New Zealand for the sole purpose of keeping our migrant community connected with home through news, gossip and columns about God, culture and family.
This newspaper’s name was “Samoana“, and it was the first monolingual Samoan publication in New Zealand.
The Samoana Newspaper had an amazing 27-year run full of ups and downs, some incredible people, the odd scandal and a LOT of heart…