An Idea of Freedom…

What is the price of freedom? How expensive is this thing called freedom? How badly do you want it and how far will you go? The Blogger will say ‘a blog a day’- by this he means the spare 30 minutes he has after he’s finished his ‘busy doing nothing but socialising’ on hi5, hoping the PS doesn’t notice or simply disregards, NGO’s will say ‘a press release a day’- after checking with their bank manager making sure the funds for another noisy and nosy ‘save the jido’ or ’save the boto’ campaign has arrived, the lawyer will say ‘a court appearance a day’- checking himself two times, no three, no four times in the mirror before he presents himself to the judge in his private chamber (for legal things I hope), well, the list is endless and shows how accustomed we have become to bullcrap routine formalities that is doing nothing to get back what we have lost- FREEDOM and those thousands of jobs. Give me my back my freedom. We the people demand our freedom. Today we shall sing of a beautiful land so far away yet so near, of a soothing voice we long to hear and should we chance upon death on this path to liberty all the more louder shall our merrymaking be.

For to lay down ones life for ones country is one of the most glorious acts of sacrifice a man can do. For in doing so one does not necessarily die for the country. For one does not die for the land, nor for the houses, the cattle, or fish. One does not die for the chief, the pampered Ratu or the Adi who will dine on roast pork tonight with a sprinkling of european dressing splashed on top to give that saliva dripping effect and a glass of the finest French wine to wash it down - while the rest of the villagers scavenge the bulago from yesterday- nor does one die or should die for the military officer who uses his soldiers as human shields. For one is a gluttonous fool, an overfed piglet with a never ending appetite for sex, wine and swine whose achievements pale to insignificance when compared to that of his predecessors, his fathers of yesteryears, conquerors who led the battles in those glory days of tribal warfare. The other is basically a coward and an idiot whose never ending repetitions of ‘progress’ in his speeches supported by a miniscule list of achievements makes me wonder if I’m still in the 80’s watching a clip from the three stooges. But one dies- and if one dies- for his country and her people, for her children, for her fathers and mothers, for her brothers and her sisters, for her future. For only in sacrifice can the children of this country be provided by the generation of today a hope for tomorrow. One must put aside ones social status, and other materialistic pleasures that are nothing but the devils trappings to cocoon us in a never ending cycle of selfishness and fear.

For an enemy approaches and I fear is already in our midst disguised as a friend. An enemy never before faced, never before known, never before engaged. A spiritual enemy that has found a place in the hearts and minds of willing vessels, terrorists. Taking the form of a brother, a sister, a mother, a father, it seeks to shatter age old traditions and customs of the i Taukei and render the i Taukei landless. An enemy, that, in its very nature is evil. It dreams, but only of evil. Motivated by greed and hate it seeks only to invade and plunder the wealth of the Owners of this Land. An enemy that, instead of bridging the racial divide, has widened it more. We must not flee in the face of this threat, of this demonic horde, imminent though it may be, we must stand and fight. Neither must we be foolish to throw oneself carelessly into its open jaw. I could never even imagine the thought of my bones being crushed by its rotten teeth. But we must, in all sleekyness and slyness, foxily outwit the enemy with our ideas, small as it may seem but when put together collectively we could make Hiroshima look like childs play. I do not, however, propose that we build bombs and guns and bazookas! Heavens no! Far be it from me to turn my little paradise into a terrorist playground, a wasteland. God forbid that such ideas ever see the light of day. I am simply talking about ideas. Simple ideas. Simply.

Think about it. A spiritual, intellectual, cultural kind of bomb searing through every fabric of society, ignited by the desire to change and fused with a progressive mindset, breaking every wall and destroying every barricade that for the past twenty years or so has robbed us of our rightful inheritance as children of God, the i Taukei, custodians of this land yet willingly sharing it with those who deserve it. Think. About it. A bomb that could go off tomorrow and with it the racism, the anger, distrust, and pain that has so far succeeded in separating the Indians and Fijians, tearing this country apart and economically slowing down our progress. A bomb that, instead of resentment brings forgiveness, instead of hurt brings healing, instead of hate brings love. Think about it. Is it possible? Maybe. Its only an idea of freedom.

Yadra Mada Talatala

Da raica lesu mada na i tekitekivu.

E dua na vosasosa vakavalagi e va koto qo “where the Church goes the Nation goes”- “na vanua e vakanaulu kina na Lotu ena muria na Vanua”. Sa dua nai vosavosa dina. Ni da sarava lesu na toso ni gauna mai na gauna a tadu mai kina ki Viti na Lotu da raica ka vakadinadinataka ni a cila e dua na rarama levu, rarama ni siga vou, rarama ni veivakurabuitaki, dolavi na matada, bale nai wau ka oti yani na veikanikani. O ira na noda qase era a lotu vakayalo ka vakaidina. O ira nai talatala era a tawasei ira mai na bula vakavuravura ena nodra vakasavasavataki ira kina cakacaka ni Kalou. A vakatobuicu na qaravi tevoro kei na qaravi vu. Dua ga na yaca e lutu mai na gusudra na noda qase, oya na yaca ni Gone Turaga o Jisu Karisito. Jisu Karisito. Jisu Karisito. Kalougata tiko o Viti ena vuku ni nodra a dinata na Kalou o ira na noda qase.

Toso tale tiko na gauna.

Nikua sa veicalati nai yaloyalo ni tamata ni Kalou. Ni ra vakatautauvatataki kei ira ena vicasagavulu na yabaki sa oti, era ‘no class’. Nikua era sa dau mateni ena yaqona, dau vosavosa ca ka dau veiwali ca. E ra dau gunu yaqona vakasivia. Na roka ni yalodra e sosoko ena veika era vatiloma. Nai Vola Tabu e vakatavulica ni ra vosa o ira qo e lako vata tu mai kei na nodra lua. Kena i balebale ni da rogoca ka tugana na nodra vosa eda sa tiloma tiko na nodra lua. E sese tu o Viti nikua baleta ni ra sese tu o ira nai talatala. Ke vinakati me maroroi na kawa i Taukei kei na vanua o Viti ena gauna ni veivakatovolei eda lako curuma tiko qo, ia, mera na dinata taumada nai talatala na nodra kaci ka vakasaqara na Kalou. Me ra tawasei ira ka ni cakacaka ni Kalou e cakacaka savasava. Mo ni tawasei kemuni nai talatala baleta o kemuni e dodonu mo ni domo ni Kalou ki na vanua.

Meda kilai Koya tale mada. Meda vakasaqarai Koya tale mada na noda Kalou, nodra Kalou na noda qase, ka me na nodra Kalou tikoga na noda gone!

Epenisa Cakobau

“Na turaga e sa mai Vua na Kalou”

Oqo e dua na tiki ni Vola Tabu lekaleka ka titobu. Kevaka e sa mai vua na Kalou e dua na turaga e kena i balebale ni dodonu vua me sema tiko vua na Kalou. Na veivatulewa e cakava e dodonu me Vakalou. Nona bula me Vakalou.

Ena macawa sa oti a kau cake ki na keba o la na turaga ni Bau qo ena nona a veitaratara kei dua na cauravou sotia ena loma ni vale ni danisi. A rarawa vakalevu na turaga qo ka ni a lai moce ena cell ni mataivalu. Au duavata kei koya ena tikina qo ka ni a yaco e loma ni vale ni danisi na veivala ka sega ni dua na nodratou bisinisi na mataivalu. Ia, na taro talega me da taroga qo, na cava sara mada e lai cakava tu i vale ni danisi e dua na turaga ni vanua. Qo e nodra cakacaka ga na gone lalai. Au tokona kina nodra rai eso ni oqo na kedra i yaloyalo na noda turaga ni vanua- dau mateni qai vagonegonea. Sa ra sese na mataivalu, sese nai talatala ka ra qai sese na turaga. Me ra qai rai tale kivei o ira na noda gone ke sa va tu qo na ravisi ni veiliutaki ena noda vanua.

“Naulu na Mataivalu ni Viti kina Bara ni Savu me na laki lutu ka dromu yani kina vakadua” - Sotia [2000 coup].

Ena gauna sa mai lauvana mate kina o koya na cauravou ni Namara, Tailevu [Koli] mai vei ira na lewe ni noda Mataivalu ena vuaviri ni yabaki 2000, a qai vakaraitaka o Sotia[sega ni yacana dina] vei ira na tu e loma ni bai ni Palimedi e dua na i tukutuku bibi ka vaka qo na veika e kaya:

” Kemuni Ragone, ena noqu cakacaka vaka sotia, [as a Professional soldier] au sega vakadua ni tadra ena noqu bula ni na rawa vua na Mataivalu ni Viti me vanai koya tale e dua ga na nona i tokani se na wekana gone i Taukei.

Ia sa davo tu qo e matada o koya na gone tagane qo ka vuetaki mai vei ira sara ga na noda lewe ni Mataivalu ni noda vanua.

Au sa vakadrukai ka luluvu vakalevu ena noqu i tutu vaka Sotia lewe ni Mataivalu talega , ni sa mai vakavotukanataki sara tu ga qo e mataqu na veika au sega vakadua tu ni namaka me na yacovi keda e Viti ena dua na gauna.

Au gadreva meu na vakaraitaka eke e dua ga na ka kau kerei kemuni kece mo ni qai vakaraica sara toka vakavinaka na kena gauna.

Na veika sa mai yaco qo ni kua, au via vakaraitaka yani vei kemuni, ni noda Mataivalu ni Viti, ena kena cecere, kei na levu ni veika vinaka e dau kilai tani tu kina, ni sa oti vakadua sara ga tekivu ni kua.

Ena veika walega sa da mai vakadinadinataka qo ni kua [ena nona lauvana o koya na cauravou ni Namara], au via kaya ga vei kemuni, ni noda Mataivalu ni Viti e sa naulu sara tu ga qo kina dua na bara ni savu levu me na laki lutu ka dromu yani kina vakadua”

Na vosa nei Sotia-2000 mai na loma ni bai ni Palimedi.

Source- Anonymous

Na Veivakalaboci ni Foreign Troops Intervention

Na Veivakalaboci ni Foreign Troops Intervention

A vakadeitaka mai e dua na noda Turaga ni Valu ni sa baci kama tu qo vaka na veigasau mai na loma ni keba ni Mataivalu e Delai Nabua na i tukutuku ni nona sa baci beitaki tiko o Paraiminisita Laisenia Qarase ni sa baci vakasaga tiko me kabai vakaivalu mai na noda Vanua mai na Mataivalu mai vanua tani me vakataki Ositerelia kei Niu Siladi.

E kaya na Turaga ni Valu qo ni vaka me ra sa vakasesei tu na noda lewe ni Mataivalu ka me sa dina kecega na veika e vakaraitaka toka mai o nodrai liuliu o Bainimarama. ["The Boss is always Right" ].

Vei keda na vakamuria tiko mai vakavinaka na veika e yaco tiko e noda Vanua, eda kunea ni oqo e dua ga na lasu kei na veivakalaboci levu ka me uturi tikoga kina na nodratou yameyame ni buka se na propaganda [misinformation campaign] strategy ni Mataivalu.

Na veika qo eda vakadinadina taka ni sa mai vesu mona taki ira vakaukauwa sara tu ga na lewe ni noda Sotia.E matata vakasigalevu tu vei keda ni ratou sega ni vinakata na veiliutaki tiko kina Mataivalu ni Viti na kena kabai yani vakai Valu na noda Mataivalu baleta ni sega ni tu na kaukauwa kina ni Mataivalu ni Viti me veivorati. E sega talega ni ka rawarawa na kena curumi yani vakaukauwa e dua na Vanua [on Sovereignty Principles] mai vei ira na Mataivalu mai vanua tani.

Sa beitaki toka mada ga o PM Qarase ena gauna oqo [as a scapegoat] me rawa na i ulubale me ra vakacegui ka vunitaki toka kina na dina mai vei ira na noda Cauravou e Delainabua….Keep the Fire and False Alarm Burning!!!.

E sa vakadeitaka tale ga vei keda na vakaitamera kei na levu ni ririko, na rere kei na nui qawaqawa sa tiko vei iratou na veiliutaki mai na loma ni keba mai Delainabua ena kena sa vakilai ni sa toso volekati ira mai na siga ni tatamusuki!!!!..

‘Smooth’ dina oilei!

Sa totoka dina na nomudou ‘uniform’ ena kena yani vakamatau. ‘Smooth’ dina oilei! Na nomudou ‘badge’ ni ‘rank’ qai dromodromo tavatava (stripe ga mai, oilei!), totoka vakaoti (keimami sega ga ni kila na kena i balebale- kerea mo dou vosoti keimami kina na lewe ni vanua ena neimami ‘ignorance’). Ena gauna dou vakarautaki kemudou kina ena nomudou ‘press release’ keimami sa dau vakalukalu ga, ka so na marama era wainidivi- so era coro sara- taki kemudou, ena kena dravia vinaka na balumudou (bai veitarataravi na aftershave ena mataka edai- rugby lotion tiko vei iko, tiko vei iko sega vei au!), tawase vinaka tu na se ni ua qai ubi toka e delana e dua nai sala drokadroka, vulavula vinaka tale tu na bati - uu! iiiiiii!. Ia ena gauna ga dou dolava kina na gusumudou e dau yali na ‘magic of the moment’ ka ratou ‘propel’ taki lesu mai ki vuravura o ratou na marama ya (o ratou nanuma sara la ni ratou sa tu mai ‘heaven’). Vaka me kune votu mai na nomudou ulukau kei na nomudou vuli vaka vo. Na leqa gona ni tamata era lecava na Kalou ka ra ciqoma na vakatevoro kei nai vakavuvuli vou eso. Sa wele ko Batibasaga sa keimami qai sara yaloyalo na lewe ni vanua. Da sa tiko qo ena ‘Part 10’, ia e vaka tiko ga na ‘Part 1’. E sega ni veisau nai talanoa. Tekivu- ulukau, ‘The End’- ulukau. O kemudou na Military Council bavulu. Tekivu ena bavulu, cava talega ena bavulu. Au sa kerea mo dou lesu mai vei Jisu. Dou kua ni vakalialiai kemudou. Dau kaya o ira na gone ni RKS- ‘iko sega ni lialia boy’.

Bula Prime Minister… mai vei Taukei

Kidavaki na Turaga Paraiminisita Digitaki-Hon Qarase

Ni bula vinaka mai Turaga Prime Minister Qarase. Ni vosota tiko mada ga vakalailai….Ena oti mai na ca ka ni nona tikoga na Kalou na qaqa kei na i Valu.
Please permit me to just remind you again of your message which was personally passed on to you by one of God’s Chosen on the 28th of November in Parliament last year and I quote:
” Io na Luvequ, sa sega ni vakayago na i lakolako. E sa vakayalo. Ko i au ko Jiova na nomudou Kalou. Sa sega li niu a vakavuna na nomu qaqa ena veidigidigi?. Sa sega li niu a cakacaka ena i toqa me ra vakadonuya na nomu veiliutaki ena Matanitu?. Mo rogoca sara vakavinaka. Kakua ni ko dou vakalailaitaki au.
Au sa valuta oti na veiyavu cala kecega ena loma ni Mataivalu. Au sa takosova oti na nodra veiliutaki. Ena sega ni yaco na lomadra. Ko i au ko Jiova na nomu Kalou au sa cakacaka kau na vakayacora na lomaqu. Sa i au ko Jiova ka sa noqu na i valu. E sega ni nomudou na i valu, e noqu. Mo dou kakua ni veisosomitaka na ca. O i au ko Jiova kau sa cakacaka kau na sauma talega.
Mo wilika tiko na Jemesa Wase 1 ka sa tiko kina na noqu i tukutuku ni Dau vosota kei na vosota ni ko sa vakatovolei. Dou na sarava na ligaqu niu sa cakacaka tiko ena vukumudou. Mo kakua sara ni vakalailaitaki au. Dou vakatusa tikoga mai vei au na nomudou gagadre ka vagolea mai vei au na yalomudou niu sa nomudou Kalou kau na vala ena vukumudou. Mo nanuma sara vakavinaka ni sa segai ena Kaukauwa, se na Qaqa, ena Yaloqu ga sa kaya ko Jiova na nomu Kalou. Mo lako tikoga ena vakacegu. Na Yaloqu sa tiko vata kei kemudou. Mo lako tikoga ena Yaloqu. Koi au ko Jiova na nomu Kalou…END OF Message.
Turaga Prime Minister Qarase, God Bless You and Leba and your family and May He Bless Fiji….We are praying for you..

Taukei…..

Tavuki na Ua… mai vei Taukei

Vinaka na serekali totoka… E dua na ka me da na vakarau kina na i taukei kei Viti oya na kena sa toro mai na gauna ni Kalou ena noda Vanua. E sega ni yaco vakaveitalia e dua na ka vei keda. Na vuaviri e mai vakayacori qo e nona gaunisala na Kalou me sasamaki kina vei keda ka da sa qai kunea votu qo na vanua dina e tiko kina na duka ka vunitaki tu ena veiliutaki ni bula vaka matanitu ena noda vanua.. E da kurabui ka galu ena kena sa mai tavuki na ua me sa kedratou tale na i samu ni dawa na vunautaka voli mai vakaukauwa na kena caka na veivakasavasavataki ena nodratou veibeitaki voli mai kina Matanitu nei Qarase.. Sa mai wele o Qarase ratou sa ogaoga qo na vakaitavi tiko ena Matanitu tuvawawa qo ni sa vaka ga e dua na vure levu na kena sa ceburaki tiko mai na duka ni veika ka da sa mai vakawilika tu qo.. Raici Chaudhry mada ka dau nona i le voli mai na Corruption ena veivosa kece ga e Palimedi.. Sa mai basika tu na leqa baleta na nona vunitaka voli mai vakabalavu na i Lavo levu ka dau vakatarogi tu vua ena veigauna ka dau cakitaka voli ga. Ia eda na sega ni raici koya baleta ni dua tani na Kalou e qarava. ka rairai sa roka dina ga ni Kalou e qarava tiko o koya ya.. O ratou na kena vo???Au rere meu veibeitaki eke. Na ka meu kaya da vakasarava vakamalua. E sa vakarau na gauna ni veisausaumi. Kemuni na noda cauravou mai na Mataivalu, - na dakai ena sega ni vakabulai kemuni. Ni raici ira toka vakavinaka na luvemuni.. Ena tau vei ira na i totogi ni valavala ca levu sa mai yaco qo. Na noda Kalou e sega ni tamata me vakalialiai. [Kalatia 6:7]Na ka eda tea , eda na tamusuka… Ni veivutuni, lesu vua na noda Turaga mo ni bula..Kakua na vakararavi voli kina kaukauwa ni dakai. Ena sega ni rawa ni maroroi kemuni rawa mai na cudru waqawaqa ni Kalou.

Taukei

Isa Voreqe…

Isa Voreqe
Sega beka ni o kila
Ni qai buli ko vuravura
Kawa i Taukei a sa kila
Siga nikua e sa lokuca
O Koya e lewa na gauna

Nomu i lawalawa era bose
O ira na Masoni
Na Musulomani
Na Idu
Kei so na Katolika
Me sa mai yavalati ko Viti
Kei na kena kawa ni mataka
Nomuni i naki
O ni vunitaka
Mataivalu kei Viti
O sa mai lasutaka

Na Vanua e sa mai yavalati
Na Turaga era kalawaci
O nai talatala e rulaki
Na veikasavasavataki e tukuni
Oqo na kena i naki

Isa Voreqe sega beka ni o kila
Kawa i Taukei e sa digitaki
Tolu na udolu na yabaki sa oti
Mai vei Koya e i Vakatekivu
Ka i Vakataotioti
I cadracadra ni siga era vakatikori kina
Me ra kidavaki Koya laveti Koya
Jisu Karisito na Turaga ena veisiga

Kalivati e mai lasutaka
Jimoni mai Papiloni e vosa ena yacadra
O Dakuwaqa, Degei
Kei ira na tevoro kece sara
Me mataboko ko Viti
Kawa i Taukei me sese
Lotu Vakarisito me rusa
Sai koya qo na nodra i naki dina

Balavu na gauna era mai lasutaki keda kina
Wele na noda mona ena nodra waini
Yaqona e ra kaya ni wai ni vanua
Wekaqu mo yadra mada
Balavu na nomu moce o tevoro e gumatua sara
Masumasu au kerea mo cakava
Vei Jisu Karisito na nodaru Turaga

The Way Things Should Be… Takitaki Vakavalagi

The Way Things Should Be

So sad. That is how I feel about the way things are, the way things shouldn’t be but simply are. Why is it that evil men and women flourish in this despicable trade of oppression, of tyranny and of injustice? I wonder. In their gluttonous acts of evil they rape democracy; they plunder her halls of justice and leave behind their seed of injustice that will one day give birth to chaos. For such is the nature of evil. So rich in poverty, so fertile in barrenness, and yet still desirous of more evil. This Regime makes cycles, endless cycles of promises, or rather lies, of economic prosperity and progress for all when businesses are closing down and the average citizen is finding it rather difficult to make ends meet. They promise lasting peace and stability and boast of moving the country forward when the country is in fact sliding into the unknown, into an abyss of despair and hopelessness.

And their partners in crime? They cook up an idea of a festival that is said to be bigger and better and parade good looking girls and women, boys and men to entice our citizens -when not all men are six feet tall with chiselled good looks and not all women have hips that sway like palm trees or rubber band rather- to support a worthy cause when in fact they are ripping off the poor with the little savings they already have. They will have their cocktails from Monday to Sunday, boast of all the money they’ve raised, the cheap women they’ve bedded, the expensive wine they’ve consumed, and still carry themselves around as if everything is going to be all right. And all this while the ordinary factory worker, the truck driver, the office cleaner, the messenger boy with the meagre savings they’ve earned struggles. Struggles. Struggles.

Justice is gone. Fairness and right thinking is something now foreign. We have traded our principles, godly principles, to dress up tyrants and dictators in a false image of strong leadership. We serve them with ice cream and jelly while denying a piece of biscuit to the poor. We allow murderers to roam free and oppress those who speak up. I find it awkward rather to keep believing that everything is going to be all right when it is not. To keep fighting against a wave that is sure to dash all our hopes against the very rock that is supposed to protect us. Yet against all this very few will have the courage to stand.

But alas, what can I say? We live in a world filled with so many foolish good people who, out of their naivety- and fear, will not, for truth or country, bruise their hands, their feet, or their face. They make excuses and have us believe it as reason. But truth be told, good people sometimes are but cowards who make excuses under the guise of reason to hide their fear of standing up to what is wrong. Good people sometimes are but the true enemies of themselves, their families and their country. That is why very few aspire to become great. And less more become great. But there are those of us who will, willingly, give one cheek and then the other. Who will punch and expect to be punched. Who will kick and expect one, or two, or three, or four, in the face. And still we stand and fight. I for one am not afraid to be one of these. For already I have died in Christ. And death is, if it comes, will be but a transition to another life. One most glorious than the one that now saddens me.