I bet you didn't know I was a table tennis champion at the tender age of 7. I had made the finals and for some reason it was a big deal at my Aussie school. The atmosphere felt mammoth. Everyone watching, cheering and clapping. It didn't take me long to realise they weren't cheering for … Continue reading The Table Tennis Champ
My journey toward discovering my cultural identity has cometo a screeching halt while I try to digest the chaos that is my life currently.This chaos will no doubt be reflected in my writing, so bear with me. Iactually prefer the authenticity in verbal diarrhea. The unstructured,non-strategic expression of emotion for no other purpose other than … Continue reading My therapist said write.
How do you explain to someone what they think they can understand but will never be able to because although intentions are good, to understand means work, to humble themselves, visit the closest marae and grab a tea towel or a potato peeler instead of expecting Māori to summarise their experiences, feelings, social norms, understandings, … Continue reading Cultural Competency: CHECK!
When Pākehā taketh away, then a Pākehā giveth back... or something like that. And the thing was, I didnt want it back, from her.