now looking back at my secondary school years they were some of happiest times of my life now in retrospect.  I was sent to boarding school inistially being homeboy. I hated it. But as the days slowly rolled into months, and the months rolled into years four years to be exact.

Three years iiniatly, then I left  went back to my local high school then I got a job  at the local freezing works with my dad earned enough dosh I decided to return to  Wesley to play rugby and to enjoy myself. And that I did. Oblivious to all the troubles in  the world. A selfish viewpoint you may think. Well what can one say youthful exuberence.

  




 

 

I'm writing this particular peice on Auckland because I was there.

 Where you may ask yourself. The queen street riots. Why have I chosen this media piece to comment on. Its because present with good work with the MANA party co-leader taukuta(doctor) Pita Sharples. The reason I've chosen this peice to comment on is, Pita Sharples is constantly in the news. As a kiwi voter I would vote for him. Seeing this maori leader under pressure in a situation that being unfamiliar to him and handling himself, in a way befitting to a person of his status.

 

 

 MY  GOLDEN MEMORIES AS A PPK.

  
   At the time as a PPK my memories were an indelible part of my physce as a paru pa kid.
 At the time they may not have seemed significant to me.

But in essence in actual fact,I was witnessing history. 

With names such asTumokai Katipa, 99and the renowned kaumatua with names such as Rua Cooper, 

Pumi Taituha.
All those names have haere ki tua o te arai. Translated it means beyond the veil of death, which means they have died.









 

All the bullshit this young PPK spoke. This young PPK tryed spinning back in the day.

Like when I was young. There I was, a PPK down the pa(marae) hoping to hook up with my other freinds.

Like one monday arriving at school to the shocking news that one of my PP
K buds hung himself. There we were, all stunned by the news. I distinctly
recall arriving at school one monday morning to the news that the teams
star had committed suicide.

Back in the day there were a hard core group of boyz who would hang together. Back in day there was the term Pa rebels (a small group
of primary boys who would hang together, all played rugby league together. Caused trouble, all swam together down the river. Walk up and down both sides of the river. Visiting as many of  the old bays together as we could.
With such names like Morgans bay, naked paradise, the point, pharohs
pools.
    Using todays modern day colloquial terminology PPK's which
stands Paru Pa Kids with names like Hoki, Steven and Jackie Mahara

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JJ













 

 

Just a wee piece on the late Te Atairangikaahu's husband (Whatumoana Paki.) An unwavering sense of
duty, loyalty and, devotion to his wife and family. I remember as a kid going down to Waahi Paa, late into the night there would be a light coming from the shed and there was Whatu and his good freinds Paraiho and, Riwai working on a motor or machine of some sort. They were some of the happiest times of my life.Oh yes ! Those the days when Paraiho did his shovel trick. He would have something on a shovel toss it in the air whilst in flight he
would do a circle and recapture the object.

jgeeks

An excellent advertisment for young Maori males.  A very creative set
of souls. A totally different depiction of young males,  instead  of drunkards and layabouts.  M'be they've had some excellent role models.