Bliss In Her Ignorance

The lone coconut tree that dared

to lean towards the sea,

gave shade to her friends while

playing on the beach.

Running half-naked so natural

to those blossoming teens,

mother's lagoon fishing straddling

the sea so blue and pristine.

Water glistening on her bare breasts

with ti-leaves as a skirt,

father hunting in the bush,

tanned and muscular without a shirt.

Other than a t-string,

he was completely nude

culturally, he was fully dressed

in a traditional tattoo.



Then the missionaries came!

Pagan worshippers too many

idols, so they said 

And their One true God 

Did not condone her ways.

Erotic  moonlight dancing,

 the young's cultural right but

like nakedness, was labeled 

the devil's own delight.

They cut her hair and

she woke up wearier,

found everything foreign

was then superior.



The young's wild spirits,

broken like tamed fillies

brown skin covered

from head to their Achilles.

Mother's long tresses

made to hide in a bun

head to toe dressed in cotton,

in the heat of the sun.

Father's tattoo was a mark 

of the devil's blood rites.

Respect meant wearing suits

with matching ties.



Many years later traditional dress

covered all except the face.

Confused why bare flesh in a hot place

could be such a disgrace.

Then came the tourists,

lovers and sun-seekers to paradise.

Beaches were the destination;

brown,tanned skin the ultimate prize.

New trendsetters, a see-thru blouse,

a bikini top and mini skirts.

Worst of all were the logos

"God is Dead" on their t-shirts.

They swam in near nudity

and lovers embraced on the shore.

Oblivious to bold writings in brochures,

of things banned in Samoa:



"Please respect our Culture;

Sunday only for God to be adored,

No Flesh Exposures and do your Kissing Indoors."
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Gasun Avatar
September 12, 2014 at 11:07 AM
This is a very impressive write of yours my dear friend Tiaua. I like it so much especially your last part. Thank you so much for sharing. Thanks a lot as well for taking your precious time to read some of my humble writes. More blessings! love lots and big hugs, Leonora
Ioane Avatar
September 13, 2014 at 8:48 PM
Hi Leonora, I wish i have more time to spend on PS, its a pleasure reading your work. Thanks for visiting especially for the encouraging comments. Luv Tiaua.
Kendrick Avatar
September 2, 2014 at 8:27 AM
Well, it is not my right to say who is right and who is wrong..Great poetry about the topic..Living in the south where the humidity is high and heat of summer draining, I can understand few clothes and lots of time in the water..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
Ioane Avatar
September 4, 2014 at 12:02 PM
Dear Sara, thanks for your visit and comments. This is a personal reflection on lifes cyclic effects, our cultural history which cannot be judged with our present moral codes. in fact we are what we are today due to our history - no regrets.
Trifiatis Avatar
August 29, 2014 at 8:52 AM
Should trees be covered with cloth? The waves to be placed under plastic? The sky to be hidden behind a canopy? The people's culture be destroyed? Completely agree with you my dear queen of the waves. We should respect nature and culture! Beautiful writing, dear Tiaua!
Ioane Avatar
August 30, 2014 at 1:49 AM
Dear Demetrios, thanks for your great comments, am always looking forward to your visits. The best part of colonialism was our introduction to God Almighty so losing part of our old culture is not so important. Thanks for understanding dear friend Alofas, Tiaua.
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