When you work, what is your job?

It’s funny how some things from childhood remain such vivid memories as an adult.  Being born a Capricorn or maybe due to a loose strand of DNA, I am prone to streaks of stubbornness, which used to easily morph into a tantrum rage when things didn’t go my way.  This led to extreme pouting, so much so my grandmother would tell me “If you stick out that lip any further, I will be able to sit on it.”  When you are 5, that image alone is enough to create behavior change.  

I’ve learned that things are not always intended to go ‘my way’.  I’ve no count of the times I’ve asked myself, “Why has this happened?  Just give me patience!”  So naturally, it would turn out I would end up in the Peace Corps where “it all takes time, just be patient, it can take a year to really integrate, build trust and don’t push or be pushy” are staples of the Tongan training diet.  Last December we completed training, were sworn in and sent out into the Tongan world.  My world would be working with a Tongan church and their money transfer business.

My invitation to service was as a business teacher and I was looking forward to it - a lot.  My whole business career has been pretty much working in offices and taking a turn in the classroom was different, challenging.  So, when I got to Nuku’alofa, I came to my post as a business consultant, i.e. an office worker.  Gotcha!  Well, I’ve never worked for a church before, I told myself.  That will be different.  I’ve worked in a lot of money transfer environments before, so that isn’t so different.

I had met my counterpart-to-be prior and he had asked if I had a computer with me.  Hearing I did, he said to bring it to the office as they have a wireless network and I could access email, etc.  Well, good on me, because when I got there, I realized there were only three computers and not one of them intended for my use.  It was downhill from there.  My counterpart just sort of disappeared most days, and my supervisor tells me that she is going to New Zealand for 3 months and I’m thinking, “Dudes, what’s up?  If you hadn’t picked me up at the airport, I might think you didn’t even know I was coming.”  Oh, I did get an assignment to write a foreign exchange policy.  That was it.  So on my own, I started to do some basic workflows to learn how the work and money moves (always important) and you would have thought I was trying to take everyone's job away.  I didn’t blame the staff, I’m betting they were never told much about why I was coming to work there – so, at least, all of us were in the dark on the secret. Then it was decided to have an audit of the business and they would wait for that before knowing what I would work on.

I knew in my soul that I had gone through all this for a purpose and there was a reason to be here.  It wasn’t time for all of that business stuff yet, I had to integrate, build relationships with my co-workers, the church compound workers and my neighbors.  Each day I’d get ready, greet everyone with a smile and a hearty malo e lelei – thinking maybe this is the day it will all make sense.  People would ask, “What are you doing?  How’s work?”  #Just fine, doing good, don’t ask for details because I don’t know.  My program officer at Peace Corps was getting quite persistent and I reassured her that there was an audit ongoing, the staff was most welcoming and friendly and the results will help them decide my action plan.  Meanwhile, I was integrating, everything was going to work out, I wasn’t complaining, don't vote me off the island and patience is a virtue!

I had been doing some data entry work, and although I was glad they were taking the time to get their transactions into some kind of database, my program manager was adamant it was a job they could hire a temp to do and I should be doing seminars and training of staff.  I had previously tried to organize an activity, my supervisor said the staff thought it was a good idea but the church conference was coming up, people would have to take time off to cook for all the guests, so we would have to wait until that was over.  The training never happened.  And so, I continued on, smiles, determination, resolve and facing each day as it would be the dawning of Aquarius.

One day a trio of ministers came in, gathered everyone near and an announcement was made.  The conversation was in Tongan, I knew it was serious and after it was over, I found out that we were to have a new General Manager and Aquarius had indeed dawned.  Since then, he has reorganized, re-aligned, fired and promoted.  My program manager was thrilled and sent a letter off to the Board telling them of my background, what Peace Corps expected my role to be and ways I could help.  The GM gave me the new org chart and asked if I could write job descriptions.  With a quick “no problem” I went to work and gave him the first one to him to review.  After a lot of smiles and no corrections to my draft, I then proceeded to finish the 15 or so others, then moved on to edit the staff policy manual and create a staff confidentiality agreement.  He presented everything at a Board meeting and came back to tell me they affirmed my role as a Business Consultant and Advisor.  'Aho fiefia!  A happy day, indeed.  We’re now in the midst of some financial reconciliation (can’t seem to get away from that even in Tonga!) and general ledger development.  Just before I left on vacation, I submitted a grant application for a new computer installation in the office  Still awaiting word and hopeful it will happen soon.  There will be a lot to do when we can implement that.  It’s just a matter of being patient. 

And as the GM told me the other day, ‘‘ 'Oua fakavavevave.” / Don’t rush.  “We will take things slowly.”

So, Kris, thanks for asking the question.  It was very timely, and oh, when I work, it’s Monday through Thursday, 8:30 – 5:00.

  

Malo. Malo he hiva.

These words are spoken in virtually every church service in Tonga.  “Thank you.  Thank you for the music.”

Music is one of the constants in Tongan culture, right up there with food, napping, rugby and joking.  When I first arrived at home-stay training, I would sit out in front of the house and watch the youth go strolling by, loudly singing with repetition.  I soon realized they were practicing their hymns.  Everyone takes their hymnal to church and they are dutifully opened when it’s time to sing praise, but Tongans usually don’t have to look at the words – they’ve sung these hymns since childhood and know them by heart.  They also know their own part of the song, since men usually sing different phrasing than the female voices.  How they know alto from bass and soprano from tenor is the subject of this post and should only be read by the brave.  It concerns sheet music which I can not read in any language, and thus, I can not at all begin to explain Tongan sheet music.  It's quite different and I will rely on our friend, Wikipedia, to help explain.  So, here goes:

"The Tu’ungafasi or Tongan music notation is a subset of the standard music notation, originally developed by the missionary James Egan Moulton in the 19th century for singing church hymns in Tonga.

Tongan music from the pre-European times was not really music in the current sense but rather a non tonic recital (like the 'pater noster'), a style still known nowadays as the tau fakaniua. Therefore when the missionaries started to teach singing, they had also to start with music from scratch. They found the doh-ray-mi-fah-sol-la-si-doh scale sufficient for their needs, avoiding the very complex and difficult to learn international music notation. But due to the limited number of consonants in the Tongan language, the note names were localised into to-le-mi… Unfortunately the word 'tole' is a vulgar expression for the vagina, and as such not to be used.

Moulton then developed a system where the main notes were indicated with the numbers 3 to 9, while a strike to the digits was used to sharpen them, for example: 7, being 7# or 8b. At the end the full 12 notes of the octave became: 3-3-4-4-5-6-6-7-7-8-8-9, which are pronounced as: to-lu-fa-ma-ni-o-no-tu-fi-va-a-hi, (variants of the Tongan numerals 3 to 9 being tolu, fā, nima, ono, fitu, valu, hiva). To extend the single octave (midi octave number 4) into the next higher, a dot can be put above the number. To reach the next lower, a dot or a little tail can be put under them.  If needed 2 tails can be taken to arrive at even lower pitches, but that is rare.  After all the notation is made for human singing, it does not need to have the extended range of musical instruments.

The Moulton notation, or Tongan notation was extremely popular and is still cherished by the Tongans. It is extremely common to see bandmasters writing out the music on the blackboards in the church halls during choir practices."  
I saw the following at Siasi o Tonga in Ha'apai in April.  It definitely is still being used.

Pitch

"Tongan singers recognise up to 4 voices, which results in the typical 4 lines of numbers in the notation.  The leading voice is called 'fasi', a male voice.  The next one is kānokano or alto, a female voice.  The third is the tēnoa or tenor, and the last one the laulalo or bass.  Occasionally the bass sings a different lyrics than the rest.  The middle octave (of the 3 octave range mentioned above), varies with the voice, the kānokano is usually one above the tēnoa, while the laulalo is one below.  In addition the exact position of the middle doh or C depends on the key signature as in this schedule: When 3 notes are shown, the fasi and alto are together on top, the tenor is in the middle, and the bass is on bottom.  When 2 notes are shown, the tenor and bass are taken together, as otherwise the basses would come too low.  Some musicians, however, take the bass octave always equal the tenor, causing for some signatures the bass coming too high.  Then they need 2 tails under a number to reach a really low note.

Duration

The duration of a note is not indicated by a different symbols, as in the international music notation but by the number of notes in a beat.  The more notes in a beat, the shorter each has to be.  For example in the fasi ʻo e tuʻi ʻo e ʻotu Tonga (national anthem), we find as first measure: |3:-3/5:5|6:4/5:-5|

Every vertical bar (|) is a measure separator (often double at the begin and end of a stanza).  As this music has a 4/4 time signature

|3:-|-:-| is an example for a 2/4 time signature; 2 beats in a measure, every beat a quarter note long.  This results in a whole C. Note that the tie dashes can extend into following measures, unlike the international music notation where the note is to be repeated and then tie arcs are needed.  Some Tonga musicians following that example would also write a 3 in the second measure instead of a dash and also would then need tie arcs.

More time signatures

In 2/4 (like |3:4|) and 3/4 (like |3:4:5|) and 4/4 (like |3:4/5:6|) time signature every beat is a quarter note. Two digits (…:34:…) makes each an eighth note; have four digits (…:3456:…) and each is a sixteenth.  Three digits (…:345:…) are possible, the first one being a quarter and both others each an eighth, but might be confusing.  Some musicians put a comma or dot inside the beat (…:3,45:…) to remind the singers of the unequal duration.  But the real use is with a tie (…:3-4:…), to have a 3/8 note followed by a 1/8.

2/2 and 3/2 signatures are rarer, but work the same as the …/4 signatures except that all beats are twice as long.  One digit in a beat being a half note and so forth.

Occasionally one finds 6/8 (like |3:4|) and 12/8 (like |3:4:5:6|) time signatures. Then every single digit is a 3/8 note, while the most common occurrence is 3 digits in one beat, (…:345:…) each of them of course one eighth. Also here two digits are possible, the first one being a quarter and the second an eight, but again with all the pitfalls as the 3 digits in the …/4 notation. It is mainly used for (…:3:-4:…) meaning a 5/8 note followed by a 1/8."
If you've gotten to this point, thank you for your patience.  Maybe you are a musician like Dick or Zac and (hopefully) find this instructional and/or informative.  I just find it fascinating - choirs sing these pages like reading their favorite love story.

Note: My counterpart at work is (the best) fai hiva (choir director) at our church and was good enough to share some of his choir's music.  Thanks Tatafu.
Malo.  Malo he hiva.

The Big Top hits Tongatapu!

We bought tickets for The Magic Circus of Samoa in the afternoon for the 7 pm performance.  VIP seating costs TOP$15.00, regular seating TOP$10.00.  The VIP gets you seats right in front of the stage area although I think most seating is good.  The tent is quite large inside, well maintained and bright with primary colors.  At 6 pm, the concession tent opened and you were allowed more than ample time to get you supplies of popcorn, candy, fruit punch flavored lemonade and Batman inflatable toys.  Why Batman?  Not sure, other than his popularity with the kids.  The reason for ample time is that you could only get into the concession area.  We weren't admitted to the big tent until about 6:30.  Bruno is a merchandiser.  (And a sailor, I learned, as the big tent and all travel by boat.)

"Ladies and Gentlemen and children of all ages.  Welcome to Tongatapu and Bruno's Magic Circus of Samoa.  Sit back and be amazed by the greatest circus performers ever assembled under the Big Top.  Are you ready for the show?   Are you ready to be entertained?" 

The crowd went wild with applause, cheering, whistling, stamping of feet as the lights went out, the tent was enveloped in darkness and theatre smoke set upon us from the stage.  At that point, we were indeed children of all ages.

Cue spotlight.  The ringmaster, Tupai Bruno Royale, enters center stage - larger than life.  A big man, big stomach and big, colorful Aloha shirt.  And, as the show went on, we learned he liked to change those shirts - a lot.  Almost as many costume changes as Cher at the Colosseum.

Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to take any pictures.  I mean, with death defying feats being performed, one doesn't want flashes going off and disrupting an artist in the midst of displaying his/her bravado.

First up, the Polynesian beauties of Samoa on the balancing globes.  Two very pretty young ladies from Samoa balancing on exercise balls - round and round they go, up the ramps, down the ramps.  Great exercise for the thighs and buttocks, to be sure.  As were most of the performers, they were assisted by two shirtless Samoan beauties, Tasi and Tine, of the male gender and six pacs and all too ready to assist with the rings, hoops and other equipment being tossed about.

Then we got introduced to Toetu!  A Samoan midget of Asian descent, clown and mime and with his partner, Coconut, a very entertaining comic duo.  Ever met a buxom bombshell from Bogata?  Well, we did and she is famous for her trapeze head-stand feats.  Smiling the whole time.  Incredible.  And, of course, the lavalava wrapped Samoans were there to help, also smiling the whole time and throwing her rings to twirl on her appendages while balancing on her headstand perch.  Then, we met Ms. Rita from Nepal - what? - doing quite an amazing foot balancing act with smaller exercise balls and competently attended to by Tasi and his six pac.  Next up, Gipetto on the slack wire.  I only assume he is from Italy, which makes sense since we have an international show, and of course, he is assisted by Tine.  I'm exhausted at this point, as are Tasi and Tine, so we take a break.  Lemonade anyone?

First up after intermission are the absolutely incredible Hip Hop Boys on a Pole.  Jinnet nailed it, when upon viewing the setup before the lights came up, said. "looks like we're going to have some pole dancing".  Wait, isn't that Tasi?  isn't that Tine?  And isn't that Gipetto?  Where were the other two hiding in the first act?  Holy crap...these guys are everywhere.  Bruno requires multitasking in his performers.  But I digress...These guys were amazing, climbing that pole like a coconut palm, balancing of each other's arms, hanging horizontally from the pole with no support other than their shoulders - they pump serious iron in their training routines, me thinks.  Next up Rico, the juggler and winner of the 2010 Circus Performer Of the Year Award (in Madrid).  He's assisted by the Bogota Bombshell, still smiling, dancing and pantomiming to the Spanish music being played.  No wonder Rico won the award - he can juggle a lot of things at the same time and it doesn't look easy.  Altho, friend Jinnet nonchalantly whispers to me...'did you know juggling is done in Tonga?'  huh?  (This is not to say it originated in Tonga, and I have yet to see a juggler on the streets, here as explained in the link.)  We also had Ms. Hula Hoop from Holland (who doubled as the photographer for pictures in a key chain one could purchase as a souvenir) and must have spun at least 25 hoops around her ample Dutch curves.  Thanks Tasi for assisting.

After a less than memorable 4 legged illusionist/magician from somewhere, direct from Parguay comes Roberto and the flying trapeze.  This time the boys have to assist by pulling the rope that controls Roberto's trapeze height in the arena and they are busy - up/down, back/ forth while Roberto performs feats of daring including the giant swings back and forth and then dropping from the trapeze only to end up inches from the floor and certain death. Whew!

How about a little trampolene?  Here's Gipetto, Roberto, the Bogata Bombshell, Tasi, and Tine, again.  Tine had also performed a trick bike routine with his cross dressing friend Gina.  How many times can I say it?  This show delivers!

So, let's slow it down with a little audience participation with Toetu.  And who should get picked?  None other than Mark and Elena, fellow Peace Corps volunteers and neighbors and two more fun loving adventurers could not have been selected.  They were teased unmercifully by Toetu and Mark was not about to leave Elena alone on the stage with that little clown turned comic sex maniac.  

By this time, Bruno is in his 13th shirt of the night and not to be outdone by any of his competent cast.  He is, after all, a reformed magician, so he does a little audience participation of his own and has each successive audience member fearful of what embarrassing sleight of hand might befall them.  We laugh, they kind of laugh.  It was circus shtick.  All leading up to the big finale - the Samoan Fire Dance.  By now, you know and we knew that Tasi and Tine would be involved in some manner and Bruno again does not disappoint.  

The next time you find yourself in the South Pacific and see a poster for Bruno's Magic Circus of Samoa, please do not hesitate to go.  I'm sure the acts change, different equipment gets used and even cast members may alternate.  But I'm sure you'll always find Bruno, his shirts, his shiny tent and Samoan beauties, female and male, ready to give you a great show.  Thanks Bruno - well done and happy sailing.

Note:  Some names may not be used correctly, due to memory problems, hearing problems or in the interests of possible identity theft.

  

The sun will come out tomorrow…

or, maybe not.  It started yesterday – the rain, that is.  During the night, I was awakened by a bright light and I thought, “Oh, oh.  The aliens have found us or The Rapture has commenced.”  It was followed by my house almost shaking from what I think is the loudest peal of thunder I have ever heard.  That low-pressure system must have been just hovering over Tongatapu, specifically over my house, awaiting its chance to demonstrate the power of Ms. Nature.  Now wide awake, I was aware that Nana Nature was dumping buckets of rain on us and I knew they were the supersized pellets of dense rainwater that explode upon meeting the earth.  There were several more lightning/thunder episodes, but each one seemed to move a little farther away, and eventually peace was restored to my little corner of the world.  Contentedly, I returned to sleep with a gentle rain falling.

By morning, it had stopped.  It’s now Friday morning, my day off, and I’m excited for my morning coffee, a nice cold shower, and biking off to my morning language tutoring with Ofa.  I’m so lucky/happy to be working with her again (she was our language/culture teacher during training) and she’s just one of those bright spots of my life here.  She recently gave me an old, weathered, seen better days bookcase/storage cabinet sans doors.  I thought it was perfect for my storage enhancement purpose and just needed a little paint and voila.  So, today was going to be a little DIY, run a few errands, maybe go to the Ministry of Agriculture for a project I’m doing with a local microfinance business. You know, just a femo’uekina kind of day (busy doing a lot of things).  And then, the rain began…again.  No thunder this time, but lots and lots of rain.  Called Ofa and said I wouldn’t be riding my bike, or walking, to her house but would see her tomorrow.  “Okay, have a nice weekend”, she said.  “No, I will see you tomorrow”, I replied.  “Oh yeah”, she laughed.  And just as quickly as the lightning struck last night, I thought, this day has taken a turn…and I think I’m going to like it!  So, I aero pressed another cup of coffee and waited for the rain to subside, thinking, “Just take your time.  I’m in no hurry.”

The rain did subside, so I headed over to the local hardware store.  Another bright spot is having PTH on the next block.  It’s not Lowes, by any stretch, but most days you can find what you need, or come close to it.  They had (some) paint and the biggest decision was to get Vivid White or Brilliant White.  As usual, a customer service person was there to help – yes, that’s really true – and he explained the Vivid White was more of an off white.  Perfect.  Now, to the brushes – “Wow”, I thought, “That’s a whole lot of display for brushes”.  Unfortunately, there were a lot of empty pegs and only two sizes – large or small.  (Had to go large or I’d still be painting.)  Got the first coat of paint on while it rained again and during another lull, biked over to the Peace Corps office to pick up my coffee order (Kingdom Koffie now delivers to PC for us…a nice perc.)

Checked my mail slot, and was delighted to have received letters from my pen-pal class in Las Vegas.  And then I noticed the postmark.  What?  It was mailed November 1, 2010!  The Post Office here stamped it received 18 May, 2011.  There was no stamp saying ‘misrouted to New Zealand’ so I can only assume it was misrouted to Kiribati or Bangkok or more likely, it was sitting in a bin or mail bag waiting for the holidays to conclude and daylight savings to go into effect.  Oiaue.

Anyway, got home and applied a second coat of paint and that old Charlie Brown cabinet IS perfect.  Tell Mikey I like it.  Spent a couple of hours getting things sorted, organized, re-organized, folded, refolded, thrown out, whatever.  And, you know what?  It rained the whole time. 

I remember a Peace Corps recruiter telling someone once…The Peace Corps is not all about you.  Really?  Well, not on a very rainy day in Tonga.  It was all about me and I loved it!

The sun will come out tomorrow.  And, if it not, Bruno’s Samoan Circus performs under a tent, so we will be just fine.

(P.S. It is now Saturday morning and, in true Tongan fashion, the sun is shining again.)

I'm a big fan of Tonga

So, it's Sunday morning and I'm dressed in my Sunday best, after battling the bad self telling me to stay home this week.  It's a little before 10 am and already the humidity is rising.  So, fan in hand, I'm heading off to church.  Since it's the weekend and I don't have internet at home, I take my iPhone so I can get onto the Church wireless network and check email before singing hymns I don't know. While reading email, I find out that my counterpart at work is the choir director this week, so I offer silent support and sit behind the choir on the left side of church, instead of the right side where I usually sit.  This, of course, leads me to exit by a different door than usual. 


Since there are no coincidences in life, it is no surprise that I come to the door at the same time as a lady I've never seen before.  She smiles, makes a complimentary remark about my Sunday best and I end up walking with her to the parking lot.  We exchange names and that I am with the Peace Corps, etc.  Without skipping a Tongan beat, she says, 'Do you want to come to my house with me for a kaipola (feast)?"  Without skipping a Tongan beat to reply, I say 'malo' and silently say to self "show me the way to the spit roasted pig."  After all, a respectable feast must have at least one roasted puaka.


As we are driving to her home, there's small talk about what I am doing here and why can't she get a Peace Corps volunteer for her business?  I inquire as to what that business is and she says she has a retail shop.  I clarified her name and made the connection to a prominent shop in town with the same name.  She smiled, acknowledged they were one and the same and soon arrive at her house.  It was the the most modern, well appointed, well maintained and beautiful home I have seen in Tonga, never having been in an embassy or one of the noble's homes.  Long story short, she and her (new) husband were just married last week and his family is preparing the food for the kaipola in their honor.


It turned out to be one of those 'you always have the best time when you fight going' days.  The family was gracious, welcoming, didn't bat an eyelash that there was a palangi hanging around.  We  were 40 hungry souls and the food was bountiful and delicious...puaka, otaika (raw fish in coconut cream), kumala, sweet and sour chicken, potato salad, manioke and all the other requisite feast dishes.  The speeches were passionate and tearful and even propelled me out of my chair to lend my thanks for the hospitality and red wine and blessings to the bridge and groom.  


One of the bride's family gave me a ride home.  No matter that the muffler got pulled loose backing out of a bush driveway.  We dropped a lady off a short way away, a couple of young guys pulled up, inquired as to the muffler situation and in the middle of an afternoon rain squall, they were able to quickly do Tongan repair and get us on our way.


We all know the jokes about always leaving home wearing good underwear in case you end up in the hospital.  As I reflected on the day, I thought how important it is to wear your Sunday best.  After all, you may end up at a respectable feast with at least five roasted puaka.


'Ofa lahi to the bride and groom.  I'm a big fan.

Ha mea na’e fai?

The other day a fellow volunteer had a question to ask me, so she called and asked where I was so as not to interrupt anything.  “At home” I answered and we went on with the conversation.  A period of time went by and the significance of my answer hit me.  I didn’t just say “at my house”.  I was “at home”.  I realized I have settled in to my new environment.  I am very comfortable with the location and the physical home is small, solidly built, clean and, except for a few cracks allowing spiders to share my bathroom, it has the basic necessities.  It’s centrally located so I can walk most any place I need to go for my daily needs.  I am only five minutes from work, another ten minutes or so to the Peace Corps office and several other volunteer homes, and the same distance to the marketplace and major retail shops.  I haven’t given up the idea of a bike to go longer distances faster, but am not in a hurry to spend the money for a new bike, and am waiting for the great used bike bargain that will be behind door #2 one of these days.  The walking is great, it gives me my only real exercise, and it affords the opportunity to really see what is around and to dodge, or indulge in, humungous rain bullets that sometimes occur without notice.  But, I digress.

So, to reference the question above, what has happened?  The Peace Corps vernacular is integration into the community.  I think there is merit to that.  I know my neighbors on almost all sides.  I have a veteran cop on one side, the town officer in front and a church president and his family on the other side.  In the back are chickens and pigs.  There is a family back there someplace but it’s the animals I see and hear most.  Who knew roosters don’t just greet the morning with their rancor?  Seems to go on all day, with the action starting around 2:11 p.m.  I guess I am “at home” because I don’t even hear them anymore at 2:30 a.m.  On Saturday, I enjoy listening to the cop’s son rasp the coconuts for fresh cream, as I get ready to do Saturday shopping.  Every morning I hear Fusi from the front house raking the leaves from the driveway with her Tongan ‘brake’ – It’s a broom, it’s a rake…now you too can have the original all in one Tongan broom.  Buy yours at your favorite market stall…only 10 pa’anga!

Oh, laundry.  I could do my laundry, hang it outside and because of the frequent rain this time of year, it might dry in 3 or 4 days.  I’m blessed to have a laundry service a half block away that does a great wash and fold service.  I wasn’t born yesterday, so guess what option I chose?  I pay my 5 Tongan pa’anga per kilo of laundry, enjoy same day service and I’m back “at home” with clean clothes.

I hear the church bells go off several days a week at 4:30 am to announce services in 30 minutes.  On Sunday, they are really clanging, as there are services several times a day and I have a Catholic church and the Church of Tonga both announcing to the local community.  I go to the Church of Tonga and used to sit in the back with the other senior citizens and late comers, but have moved up to the middle pews as it’s better to hear the numbers of the hymns when they are called out.  I feel “at home” when I enter the church and more and more of the people nod and smile.  Some I recognize as customers where I work; or they have come next door on church business or to help or pay respect to the church president.  Others just nod and smile because they are Tongan.  Their smiles let me know they acknowledge my participation in their culture.

I am working Mon – Friday from 9 a.m. to about 3 p.m.  This will likely change as I get involved in some secondary/community projects.  I am in love with the people at work – they could not be more dedicated and joyous.  For the most part, they gave up careers at a major bank to answer a call from the church to start up a money transfer business.  In two years, this business has become a backbone of the church’s desire to become self-sufficient from its business ventures.  They help me with my Tongan and suffer through my questioning of the what/how/why of their work.  They feed me daily – today’s menu was beautifully fried turkey tails and the daily staple of manioke.  Yes, I even ate some pepe tails!  I don’t usually eat much no matter what they serve; and they take it all in stride when I say “oku ou makona” (I’m stuffed), as they continue with their second huge helping.  They all are English speaking to varying degrees but Tongan is the office language.  Just hearing them banter all day, smiles and laughter abundant, I relish sitting there and taking it all in.  One of the ladies sneezed today and I automatically said, “Bless You.”  She gave me a blank look, so I explained.  She explained the Tongans say “pula” when a child sneezes and it’s used in a jocular sense (my dictionary’s word for it).  Later, she sneezed again and I heard her say to herself “bless me”.  I smiled to myself and figured I had success with two of the Peace Corps goals dealing with learning Tongan culture and sharing American culture.

I’ve had questions about my daily routine.  It’s hard to believe it has been nearly four months into my Tongan experience.  Long enough to know two years is going to fly by and short enough that I don’t think I can say my daily routine is this and this and that.  Each day I seem to learn something new that influences how I go through the day, so it’s a work in progress.  The little routines of living are the same here in Nuku’alofa as in the U.S. even if my work clothes call for a skirt instead of pants.

 

I’m now at home writing this at the kitchen table, front door open for what breeze there may be, as well as to attract all manner of flying insects - all the better to feed the little geckos that share the space with me.  There’s one overhead light that’s bright enough to read by and I’ve got food and water in the fridge.

Back to work in progress…when I get my front porch screened in….anything is possible when one is at home.