I met a couple of kids on the banks of the Wairoa and we got talking. I’d stopped to ask them where the best spots to swim were and they waved their arms wide and told me anywhere along here was good. “Except shit-log,” one of the boys clarified, and they all agreed, pointing […]More
Sadness is a meal I can eat. Like pork bones, I wrap my lips around it and suck. Salty, sweet, but ultimately unsatisfying. I’m left wanting more. Drop the bone onto the plate with a clatter. Flesh is brief. I’ll not go back. I’m done. I’m done. Ahh, but those sorts of promises are a […]More
The call to make te reo Māori compulsory is getting louder and louder. This year, with Te Wiki o Te Reo Māori falling smack bang in the middle of the election, it’s almost impossible to ignore. But making Māori compulsory isn’t necessarily the magic bullet people are looking for. It’s not that we shouldn’t strive […]More
Yes, te reo is a taonga. But it’s not the same as Nana’s precious china, stored in a glass cabinet only to be rolled out on special occasions. Te reo is a living language, and we should be speaking, loving and celebrating it, every day of the year.