As we celebrate 60 years of self governance, with the theme “Kua kite au i toku turanga, e avaiki toku – I know who I am, I have a homeland” – we also reflect on significant moments for us as a country, writes Thomas Tarurongo Wynne.
The care with which the TCA is managed is clear, preserving its unique ecosystems and biodiversity, writes Gemma Langley.
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.
We name our children, we name our vaka taurua -- in fact we name all the parts of a voyaging vaka. We name our villages, our tapere, and the land we build our homes on has a name.
Soft touch of an ei on tired skin It’s waxy scent rising through the fog of airline sleep
With the success of the Democratic Party in Ivirua, there is no question that changes are in the air!
The following poem was composed by Terea Mataiapo, Paul Raui Allsworth for his Aunty Mii, Te Maeu O Te Rangi Teikamata Ariki, OBE otherwise known as Mii Pokoati O’Bryan in celebration of her 90th birthday last November.
On Sunday afternoons, I sit in the covered courtyard, looking around at the tables and chairs, and I see families reunited, fathers kissing children, holding their wives and partners as they sit down for a meal. This could be a scene at the Social Centre, the airport or anywhere around our beautiful paradise, but it is not.
Political commentator John Scott continues to maintain that parliamentary evidence shows that the CIP government has lost the confidence of the House and any claim to be the Queen’s Representative’s lawful advisers. He explains the situation as it stands now.
Sitting in my hot office with a fan gently blowing the heat further around my office, every Wednesday I would wait for her return so as we could sit and talk, pray and meditate together.
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