Listening to the tributes about my great grandmother Moewaka Jane Rapana (or Nama as she was affectionately called) it wasn’t hard to imagine her walking between us all standing there. It seemed fitting that she would rest on the high hill overlooking her beloved
The first time I exchanged a memorable hongi was with a very distinguished maori gentleman at the Wellington Art Gallery (during a private showing of a Goldie exhibition). He looked uncomfortable standing in a line-up top heavy with
We waited expectantly at the gate entrance to Haranui Marae. We must wait until the call of the karanga is heard (this is the ceremonial call of welcome performed only by the women). Hearing the karanga indicates to us that we are free to approach our hosts across
As Woody from Toy Story would say, to Haranui and Beyond! As we head out of Auckland to Haranui Marae the afternoon had that strange ‘four seasons in one day’ feel about it. The skyline has ominous storm clouds rolling in at a great rate of knots but the afternoon sun had a warm and […]
Each of us has a story, infact my story is not your story and herstory is not history and that’s what makes this world so interesting. Whether we say we are or not, each of us is a global citizen, always have been.