Christmas is nearly here, and there is so much to do – preparing for visiting family, finding gifts for the children, serving the church, writes Linda Kavelin-Popov.
Coconut trees are often called the ‘Tree of Life’ in the Cook Islands and other Pacific islands because every part of the tree is useful. But too many coconut trees can be a problem.
This is not a post mortem examination of the Cook Islands-New Zealand relationship. The relationship is not dead.
// On the back road away from the sundrenched verandahs and swimming pools, many of our people are struggling from week to week
The Meth Menace Campaign has captured good positive reactions from the public.
The vaka is us, and we are the vaka.
In a Cook Islands News poll of more than 100 Cook Islanders last month, most vowed to stamp out drink-driving, speeding and riding scooters without helmets.
IN THE supermarket on Saturday, our fiery four-year-old son threw an absolute cracker of a tantrum.
Before touching on the riveting subject of the proposed MPs’ pay rise, I wish to refer to events arising for the moment which I shall refer to as “under currents”.
The Auckland consulate office with the Ministry of Finance braced to shut it down: now is the time to sieve the facts for and against. Never be conclusion jumpers. There is nothing worse than faceless people pulling the strings.
I DO wonder sometimes if Jesus had an Instagram account what he would post on that account. As he made his way through the heights and depths of humanity, his fight with religiosity, his speaking with the woman at the well and his trials with the twelve men he called to be his disciples ultimately knowing one would betray him, and that in fact they all would as he made his way to the cross – what would he have posted?
Methamphetamine is a dangerous drug. As is Coca-Cola, coffee, and alcohol. You know this. I know this. a good percentage of the world’s population probably knows this. But most people lack an appreciation for just how dangerous it is.
“For greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends – Kia oronga te tangata I tona uaorai ora no tona au taunga, kare rava e tangata aroa maata atu I te reira” – John 15:13. There has been widespread debate here and abroad over the Folau controversy.
I have been asked repeatedly to get back into writing articles in the newspapers. I enjoy doing it, largely to let off steam and to vent my own feelings about certain public issues. My friend John Woods invited me to get back into it, so I decided ‘why not’.
It is so easy to throw stones at others, especially when it comes to the subject of tourism, and I have been guilty of this while not looking in my own backyard and critical of practices by our own Cook Islands Maori with regard to the negative effects of tourism on our infrastructure and environment.
It’s like cutting into a thick creamy tower of a cake with our name Cook Islands on it. And as that sharp knife passes through its many layers, we at last get a glimpse of what we expected, and maybe didn’t expect, as each layer reveals itself.
On April 11, the ongoing saga of journalist and transparency activist Julian Assange took a dangerous turn.
Everywhere one looks these days, the world seems to be moving away from debate on contentious subjects and toward demands that those who have unpopular opinions - or even just ask impertinent questions - be forcibly silenced.
I remember sitting at school in my 7th Form and going through our school’s constitution with my friend Robert Hucker (son of Auckland city Councilor, Bruce Hucker) and realising as we pondered through the rules and regulations that we could nominate each other to stand in our school board elections.
I remember entering the mosque in the city of Antalya in Turkey, looking up at its vastness and space, as the men gathered for prayer. It had been a visit of schools in Turkey and of dialogue, run by a group called the dialogue society and it was to build just that.
Someone shattered the lens by which we see ourselves, the way we see our neighbours, those that are the same and especially those that are different last week. Someone took that lens and smashed it into 50 pieces with more pieces falling to the floor as we speak, as we ponder, as we gather our thoughts after the shock of what transpired in Christchurch last week.
A washing machine, microwave, bedding … the list went on as a plea for a mama in our community went out as she desperately needed what amounted to the necessities for living here in Rarotonga.
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