The bogeyman crosses cultural barriers. Some cultures have more than others. I recall growing up in the village as a child and being threatened with a bogeyman if I did this or that, or if I was in a certain place when I shouldn’t have been there. The threat was always instigated by adults and…
Category: Memories
Babale: the Sea Serpent of much of my Life
In the blog post: ‘Romanticizing Village Life’, published on 08.10.16, I had reminisced about the bounty of the sea and reflected on the annual visitations of shoals of small fishes: daniva and sara. I also commented on how village culture was necessarily adapting itself to welcoming and accommodating these annual visitations, specifically on how to…
Early Schooling was Fraught with Loneliness and Drudgery
In my blog post, ‘Benefit from the Exhibition Continues’, I referred to Dravuni Primary School (classes 1-4 only) and the kindergarten. These are learning institutions on the island that did not exist at the time when I was attending primary schooling. There certainly was no pre-schooling opportunity at the time. I attended Naqara District School…
Romanticizing Village Life
“There are commentators in Fiji’s media today that tend to romanticize village life. I beg to differ.” I wrote the above under the ‘About’ Page, referring to a picture of three Dravuni young men standing in the crystal sea and with the caption: “Having pushed the visitors’ boat out to sea after their fun-filled visit,…
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