This blogpost needs a content warning for rape, abuse and swearing. And it's really long. Since writing publicly about my abuse four months ago, I've had to deal with a myriad of different reactions - many positive, some negative, and a few downright horrible. Some of the fall-out from my writing caused shockwaves that I didn't… Continue reading Don’t Shame Us. Don’t Shut us Up. (How to better support and empower a survivor of Sexual Abuse.)
Confession time. 1.I've never been to a REAL concert. 2. I really enjoy Eminem's music. The poetry and raw power of his lyrics, the story behind his rage and hurt and passions, and the journey you take through his music from the 'beginning' to now. 3. I wrote quite a lot of TELESA to Eminem's… Continue reading Im Not Ready For the Rapture
Some people see a mountain and think - I should hike up that. Joy! Other people see a mountain and can admire it's splendour from a distance. Like from the comfort of their comfy chair at their desk. Such people can say, "What a lovely mountain. We should leave it alone and never disturb its… Continue reading The Mountain Of Misery
A trip to the market took me on a meandering journey to my childhood. Food especially does tend to have that effect on me... Crisp, tangy green vi fruit. We would smash these on the cement driveway to get through the hard skin to the crunchy white insides. In vi season when the tree across… Continue reading Return to Paradise: Marketplace Memories
It took fourteen days for it to happen. For me to cry/freakout/meltdown/puke and rage - and ask, myself...the universe...the three legged dog on the side of the road...the uncaring blazing sun...the hot-as-hell little car with horribly useless air conditioning: WHY THE HELL DID I MOVE BACK HERE???!!! WHY DID I LEAVE MY NICE CAVE IN… Continue reading Sometimes, Samoa Sucks.
Samoa, life in Samoa, children, games, Lani Wendt Young, Samoa blogger, Samoan writer
This is the hill right outside our driveway. Its my early morning nemesis because I'm trying to avoid dying an early lazy-writer's death - by going for an energizing walk every day. I walk to the top and then feel like puking. I walk down and up the next hill, then feel like puking. Perhaps… Continue reading A Day in Samoa
So we've officially moved back to Samoa after a three year stint living in New Zealand. (Although its a bit misleading to say we have lived in NZ all this time because in actual fact the Hot Man has still been working in the hot, humid land. And Ive been home so many times that… Continue reading There’s Samoans everywhere.
Some conversations with a six year old just NEED to be preserved for posterity. This morning, Bella was feeling wistful. "I want a boyfriend." I was horrified. "What!? Why? You're too little. You don't need a boyfriend." "You have Dad. I want my own boyfriend," she replied indignantly. I tried to be understanding. "But why?… Continue reading When your Six Yr old Wants a Boyfriend.
The Samoa Observer interviewed the Chairman of the National Council of Churches and asked for his thoughts on the 'epidemic of rape and sexual abuse' in Samoa. His response was printed in the Sunday newspaper and can be read here: http://www.samoaobserver.ws/other/women/8044-bite-them-hard-church-chairman-urges-women While I think there was truth and helpful insight in some of his remarks, any… Continue reading Righteous Rape