Nostalgia

Every where I look
Every thing I do
Every time I’m alone
I can’t help but think of you

I long to hear your laugh again
I yearn for those times we shared
I wish that I could be by your side once more
But more often than not, it’s become wishful thinking

My heart aches so much
My tears almost spent
The longing within me so strong
My only release found in sleep’s embrace

But then my dreams find you
And I am glad once more
If only for the space of my dreamtime
Because it is there that we are together
Laughing together, singing together
Sharing together

And when the sun breaks in the horizon
The nostalgia will return to claim me
Till sleep draws me once more
To dream of you and me
Together

Living in Transition

It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to upload something on to this blog. Too long I say. So much has happened in the past month that I’ll try and sum it all up.

Since I’ve come back from the Disaster Assessment Tour of Cakaudrove following from Cyclone Tomas, and immediately began preparations for a trip to Suva.

This trip to Suva was for the “Together We Can” Project training. This project is Red Cross’s Peer Education component for their HIV/AIDS prevention and education. Frances, Ateca and I represented Savusavu and we met volunteers from every branch in Fiji e.g. Levuka, Taveuni, Sigatoka, Rakiraki, etc... It was absolutely fun and a pure teambuilding week for us volunteers. We all became so close that when it came for us to depart, everybody was in tears. Yes, that was a definite highlight for me.

Coming back to Savusavu, myself and the two girls busied ourselves with preparing for the work we needed to do and at the same time spent every passing day either in Naverea or Vuniyasawa. Yes, there was grog involved in copious amounts. What bliss!

I must note that ever since we’ve come back from Suva, our mobiles have become a sort of hotline for all Red Cross Peer Educators. Day and night!

Oh I forgot an important piece of news, the week I was preparing to leave for Suva; Mum had been to Suva and came back with Jessica.

The week after I came back, we went to Labasa for a Northern Division meet and I had fun there; got to meet up with Mei Mili and visited the Labasa Branch office.

Came back and began preparing to fly over to Suva for a MEN Fiji consultation meeting. That was a good weekend for me.

While I was in Suva for the consultation meet, a combined Band of Suva Central and Lomaivuna Brass came to Savusavu for a camp and tour. This was a great week for all. They led music workshops and we had a mini concert on their last night. I’ve been tasked with putting together a report for the War Cry which I’ve done, I’m just waiting for the photos to be emailed to me from Nancy and Leibling.

Besides all that excitement, we’ve exchanged Jessica for William to stay with us (he came with Pingy along with Hannah)…

It’s been good these past few weeks and I’m looking forward to better days ahead.

The Gospel of Rugby

The Gospel of Rugby
Well known far and wide
Its doctrines and laws
Plays and sequences
Memorised, treasured and kept close to heart
More than any religious text or constitutional mandate

The gospel of rugby
Has a simple yet diverse grammar
With verb forms and nouns
Made up of whizzes and whooshes
Bangs, pops and other imagined sound effects
The whole game summed up with wild gestures
And a frenzied description
Likened to that of a fiery preacher
Speaking of hell fire and damnation

Remember that it’s considered rude to interrupt one when one is talking rugby

The messiah of the gospel of rugby
Is that one player who breaks through the line
Dashing down the field to score try after try after try
Rising up to touch his heart and point skyward
Affording that win to some higher power
All an effort to show some pretense of humility
When deep inside he’s really going: In your face bitches!

The Gospel of Rugby captures your attention
Its grip so tight that the roads miraculously clear
Shops close down and everyone is seated round the television
Eyes glued to every movement and play
Even the domesticated animals are silent with trepidation
And all of a sudden A TRY!
Screams and shouting all around
Pots banging, children dancing
The game is won and the world cup is coming home
Hours later the government declares a national holiday
All in the name of the gospel of rugby

Heaven’s forbid that the team should lose
For the gospel of rugby can be insidious
Wounded pride demanding the sacrifice of the coach
And the team and the support crew and the management
And anyone else that’s deemed liable for the atrocities of THAT world cup
That’s the gospel of rugby for you
A poor attempt I must admit but as close to the truth as I would see it

I hate goodbyes

i have to farewell some really awesome people from suva

and i don't want to...

really sad right now