Afio ane loa le auga fa’apae
Se’i sausaunoa la’ei Samoa
Amata ususu o le ‘aiuli alu ma le
atoa
Sulu i le malo ma malu ai le
tuiga,
Salani i le u’u ua ova le ‘i’ila
Maualuga ai o le ta aso ua sili le
mataina
Fai mamalu le faiva
E sili i le silasila
Tau lau agava’a
I si ou sa’asa’a
E le mavae le mamalu nai ou la’ei
E sili atu lava i ona po nei
La’ei Samoa e mamalu ai lava lou
sausaunoa
Fia ‘olo ane le fua ma le pa’o
Fai fai malie o le pati ma le po
Se’i fa’asolo faiva ua saunia mo
lenei aso
Soa lautele lava le fa’atafiti
Taualuga le so’ona tafitifiti
E ute o fiafiaga Fa’aSamoa moni
lava ua sili
Fai mamalu le faiva
E sili i le silasila
Tau lau agava’a
I si ou sa’asa’a
I have been contemplating whether to get back into writing/blogging again.
I have so many half-written pieces gathering dust in my drafts from the past few years since I last pressed publish.
I left them unfinished because I didn't feel ready. But the past few weeks thoughts, conversations and answers to prayers have led me back here.
I feel the aualuma of women in my family, both in heaven and on earth.
I hear their whispered prayers fofo the fagu'u of reassurance into my skin.
I feel their warming presence la'ei my soul with their hand sewn resilience.
I hear the claps of fa'ataupati and their joyous cheers of fa'aumu usher confidence into my being.
I feel their love gather around me.
They cry for me to hear them.
To live. To exist. To be.
Taofia Pelesasa said "Remember that generations of our people fought for you to exist today. Use the life they fought for"
So I'm putting it out into the universe:
I want the generations of women before me to know that their uttered prayers have been heard, received, felt and lived.
I want the untold stories buried in our hearts unearthed and brought to the surface
They inspire me so people know about us - about me, about them.
Happy Days
Sila
