My Su'a Name

My Su’a Name’s  Heritage . . .

Nafanua the Warrior Queen of Samoa had two sons - Malietoa & Su'a. Su'a is my direct ancestor... this is why I am considered - a princess of my family,  there  are these documents from my great grandfather signed by him - of my genealogy - and filed in Samoa.

I am proud because I really am a princess,  Samoan islanders  know that Su’a is the King of Savai'i, and that Malietoa is the King of Upolu - the two main islands.

I am very proud that I am a Su'a descendant. Whenever I am around Samoans... I sometimes tell them I am a Su'a - and I always look  staunch about it - because Nafanua was a woman who led the battles of Samoa, like a man.

Nafanua has many untold and brave  stories of her battles. Nafanua is my eponomous ancestral relative and queen. My great grandmother -  was the Queen of Savai'i, her name was Tupunatausifa'asàlele'aga.

This is all I know so far about my Su’a Name.

Farewell Poem

Farewell Poem For Our Dear Ms Kyla,

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours,

Hours turn to days, days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months

Months turn to years, we have countless days with you Ms Kyla

you spring up in the air like a flower blossoming,

we students appreciate the things you have done for us, but now we must take care of you by giving you a rest because you are the best,

The newborn you shall nurture, surely is the luckiest to have you as a caregiver,

So that he or she may not shiver in the cold, but will have the warmth of your heart to comfort them,

The warmth in your heart, the kindness in your soul, the friendliness in your personality, the sparkles in your eyes, and the meaningful charm on your wrist is what we’ll miss about you because you’re Tamaki Primary’s good luck charm.

We will all truly miss you.

Aspirations And Inspirations

Aspirations and Inspirations                              

Choose from: Roald Dahl, Whitney Houston, Nelson Mandela, Selena Gomez, Bruce Lee,Onika Tanya Maraj (AKA) Nicki Minaj, James O'Connor, Usain Bolt, Benji Marshall, Sonny Bill Williams, Sir Edmund Hillary

WALT identify people who inspire us and why they inspire us

My Inspiring Person is: Nicki Minaj

Onika Tanya Maraj   (AKA Nicki Minaj)

Name: Onika Tanya Maraj ( Nicki Minaj )

Date of Birth: December 8 1982

Who are they: The worlds famous Rapper

Where are they from: Saint James, Trinidad, and Tobago

What they have achieved: Being a rap artist and a singer songwriter and voice actress.

Why they inspire me: Because I want to be a famous female rapper someday and she had a tough childhood and I respect that.

Onika’s parents names are Carol Maraj and Robert Maraj.

Her Nationality is American. She is one of the judges on American Idol and she features in some of Justin Bieber's Hit Songs .

My Mihi

This is my Mihi, I hope you find it very interesting.

Room 7's Netball Session

This is my presentation about Room 7's Netball Session extravaganza. I hope you enjoy viewing it, remember to leave a comment.

Narrative Genres

The Rhino Exclusive: A Mystery

On a nice and sunny day, a perfect day for a swim, when all of a sudden a mysterious woman driving at a high speed had crashed into the famous Californian Zoo, while that was happening our old girl Hilda. Who happened to be in her enclosure minding her own business, when all at once she had an intoxicated maniac in a bright red car come crashing into her enclosure and straight into her waterhole.

The Tiger Sibling Rivalry: A Fantasy

On a rainy day, there lie two brothers, both who were tigers. They had massive issues with each other but at least it kept them alive, one of the brothers who was the oldest but the smallest, had made cheeky noises towards his younger but stronger brother. Then all at once the youngest got up and charged at his brother with a roar that sounded like thunder rolling over and over, he charged his brother into a river nearby and the pair were fighting like addictive maniacs.

The Elephant Circus Show Diaster

Look at the photo. Write to describe the moment in time it shows.

Four mischief elephants take the stage, all of them looking at the wide and open audience. The elephants hear no sound from the audience’s mouths nor smell the sweet scent of candy floss flushing down the human’s throats, but the elephants can touch, and feel the ground beneath them while their odd shaped bodies walk heavily towards the steel iron stools that the trainers use for their performances.

The four elephants don’t like it in their positions of doing little tricks for their master’s amusement but they have no choice other than to be cut from the circus and their own lives. I find it sad, cruel and terribly miserable that such peaceful and graceful animals are treated the way they are.

But when I saw them perform I felt astonished to find myself, hear their whispering cries for help,  see in their tired and exhausted eyes the pain they were feeling for not obeying the trainers orders, feel the kind of sympathy I had for them, taste the feeling of selfishness that the ringmaster was lacking, most of all smell the revolting scent of greed, and ice hearted  people surrounding the poor animals with satisfaction, and perfection.

The last scene I saw of the Circus was when the elephants had made their exit, but instead of walking in a straight line out of the enormous tepee they all kind of staggered towards the exit where one of them had fell on purpose because she was in so much pain and she was under so much stress, that even I could hear her saying to me

“PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY!”

“PLEASE STRANGE LITTLE GIRL!”

But the minute I leaned over to help her trainers who had no sympathy for her grabbed a figure and one whack of the sharp, silver, nasty claw stick to end her life.