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The Adventures of Vela

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by Albert Wendt


  She won’t be remembered — at least not

  the magnificence She wants to be Her future

  my versions of Her and for that She has

  to be ‘kind’ to me and

  perhaps grant me

  equal life to Her

  to continue Her chronicling

  to the end (If there’s to be

  an end)

  (Unconsciously artists

  seek immortality through

  their art I’m also scared

  of dying and Nafanua for

  a price can save me

  from that)

  The shadows of the day spill again

  from treeroot stoneroot grave

  as the La slides off the tip of the sky’s

  blazing skull and rummages for evening

  in the green waters of the bay

  The heat hums like hornets

  lost from their hive

  I listen to the eager beat

  of my heart in my blood

  and wait:

  She’ll come

  unable to resist unravelling for

  my amazed admiration and memory

  the secret in

  that grave

  (She resisted for years

  but Her hints increased like lucid

  baits I’d not bitten not even asked

  until last night when She shouted:

  Don’t you want to know?

  About what? I pretended and

  She stomped out

  and stalked through the heavens

  muttering I mustn’t kill him —

  he’s my memory!)

  The waves roll-in roll-out roll-in

  through my head

  with the song my mother sang

  in my childhood:

  I envy the waves that roll

  east and west unaware

  of my body dying

  and my heart wounded

  by your callous infidelities …

  She died many years

  ago (I heard) Didn’t go to her

  funeral — a very unloving un-Samoan

  thing to do but she’d not loved me

  (and it’s Samoan to reciprocate!)

  Can’t put a face

  or shape smell touch to her

  Just those few lines of a song

  in a voice

  I’m unsure was hers

  (2)

  Cunning bugger aren’t you! Fat ugly

  and now utterly a snob! Nafanua says

  when She’s perched like a giant seabird on

  the pandanus roots at the grave’s head

  (That really hurt because it isn’t true)

  I should throw you back into the pigpens!

  There’re other patrons! I object Yeah who?

  Without me you’ll be the yaw-footed mal-

  nourished object of ridicule you always were

  She berates me the way She abuses Auva’a:

  mark of Her affection and need for us

  And don’t ever answer me back! She snaps

  If anyone else did that I’d have his

  knackers stretched (Better thank your blind

  stars I’m a generous patron of the arts —

  not an ignorant savage) I’m your atua

  don’t ever forget that again! Then for

  a while She gazes at the waves rolling-in

  Though we hide it from ourselves She says

  old atua wish to die after enduring a stretch

  of eternity during which they witness nothing else

  is permanent or fixed (even art) and death

  is protection against that recurring loss

  especially of loved ones

  But aue we can’t self-destruct (Tagaloa

  won’t release us from our gift) so we learn

  not to feel for creatures and things

  which don’t endure: at least that’s

  our strategy but for me the pain

  of the loss always strikes and recurs

  A creature out of the sea foetus-curled

  in the warm flesh of sand right here

  when the dawn children found It

  No past — just a wave-tossed beginning

  Our people swarmed like inquisitive flies

  but dared not touch It

  Hairy with a long mane the colour of flames

  Pigwhite skin spotted with flyshit Around

  most of It a loose blue second skin

  with a line of silver shells down the front

  Feet encased in hard black skin

  Taulaaitu are expected to be brave so

  Auva’a had to examine It first (Man

  did he nearly crap himself!) Some gift

  from the atua? people suggested

  No just a man! Auva’a declared

  after turning It on Its back

  But from where? they asked as It breathed

  An Albino! Auva’a pronounced but I knew

  he knew the creature was from way

  outside the world as we conceived it

  Quickly he covered It with siapo and

  his assistants carried It to the Temple

  away from our adherents’ searching minds:

  Religions to be believed must be able

  to explain all the new phenomena to ease

  their adherents’ fears How do you explain

  a creature from beyond our space?

  Cunning Auva’a explained It as ‘Albino’

  rare and strange but still human

  How do we control It when It wakes? Auva’a asked

  after he’d cleared the Temple of everyone

  I too was scared but being atua supreme

  declared It’s mere Albino! Auva’a immediately

  tied It up with sinnet rope and

  cleaned and poulticed Its deep forehead wound

  We observed and waited: It stirred now

  and then murmured and groaned

  We agreed It looked human Fingered

  Its second skin decided it was fabric

  unknown to us and the shells on it manmade

  Its feet coverings were also strange animal skin

  And grew more afraid: It was from

  a world with technology magic

  and mana probably beyond

  even Tagaloaalagi’s No one else but us

  must have Its secrets I instructed Auva’a

  (Fear had given way to greed — more power)

  Before I could stop him Auva’a prised open

  Its left eye gasped and jumped back

  from the edge of the unique retina as blue-

  green and cold as the Vanimonimo on

  a clear afternoon: Such eyes were pro-

  phesied for foreign atua murmured Auva’a

  Va-a-a-aaa! The long thin cry

  was from the depths of night

  in the emptiness of Vanimonimo Va-a-

  a-aaa! And Auva’a and I scrambled up

  out of our sleep and found It weeping

  huge tears in Its unconscious state

  Va-a-a-aaa! A cry as deep as

  all sadness regret and loss

  Automatically I wrapped my shushing arms

  around Its head and as I caressed

  Its hair It swallowed Its pain

  and nestled deeper into my arms

  While It slept I ordered Auva’a to untie

  and undress It Auva’a dripped fear as

  he cut open Its second skin and revealed more

  porkwhite skin thickly-haired like a beast

  especially on chest and pubis: moderately

  male though uncircumcised and pinkveined

  A relief to find a man not beast who

  suffered pain like us but for three days he

  remained unconscious though Auva’a stopped

  his bleeding head and healed his other wounds

  (His journey to us must have been hazardous)

  Va-a-a-aaa! he’d cry now and th
en

  Up up through the thick clear water of sleep

  towards the simmering face gazing down at me

  Up up my arms propelling me up to be

  free of the drowning needing air

  I broke the surface and jumping back

  from what Auva’a was doing

  Slattt! Auva’a’s stick striped red

  the creature’s back and curled him up to weep

  I pushed Auva’a away A child — a helpless

  child I thought as his naked blue

  eyes captured me Don’t be afraid! I said

  He scrambled over and hugged my legs

  So that was how Maifea? my son from the sea

  entered my boring life: a forever child caught

  in a fullgrown man his memory and recall

  burnt out by his dangerous journey

  We didn’t know this at first and for

  desperate weeks tried obtaining

  the marvels of his world but he didn’t

  even recognize the clothes he’d worn:

  Papalagi/Skyburster but with no past

  no secrets to plunder he cheated us

  bringing only his perpetual smile

  and a child’s unconditional love

  Humans being human fear the strange

  despise the deformed and different (including

  Albinos and the simple minded)

  So to protect Maifea? he was introduced

  by Auva’a to the pilgrims (who in turn

  spread it countrywide) as:

  Maifea? Sacred Albino gifted to Our Lady by

  the aiga of the atua to show us what unconditional

  love is Maifea? speaks only the wordless

  language of the atua your taulaaitu

  can interpret for you Our loving but

  wrathful Lady wishes your kind treatment of Her son

  Maifea? had forgotten all his ‘civilising’ too: pissed

  and shat whenever he needed to (embarrassing when

  he accompanied Auva’a to chiefly meetings

  or the Temple!) cried when hungry slept

  when he felt like it — a creature of

  his body’s untamed tides

  But no one dared whip him: they pretended

  tolerant amusement of my ever-smiling son

  Eventually the once patient Auva’a and ten

  expert grannies gave up on his ‘civilising’

  and I who’d never mothered anyone had

  to face Maifea’s? exasperating but disarming charm

  Being a fitness freak I tried civilizing

  him on that but instead of swimming

  he sank instead of running up mountains

  after me he rolled back instead of

  mastering the weapons he almost suicided

  on them instead of ferocity he smiled back

  Not being a patient atua I’ve got to admit

  at times I almost throttled him but

  that smile of his just conquered me

  I tried teaching him to speak knowing

  language domesticates best of all but hell

  the large bugger couldn’t remember

  past one word You! I’d say You! he’d repeat

  Me! I’d say Me! he’d repeat You! I’d repeat

  and he’d just smile and go blank

  You wouldn’t believe it but I started

  going grey as I Atua Supremo found myself

  slave to his unconditional love

  His arse-wiper piss ’n’ shit mopperup

  cook ’n’ feeder day and night bather bedtime

  teller of stories he couldn’t retain and

  most humiliating of all a joke to all

  the other atua: my oldman even

  said Haughty Bitch can’t even tame

  a mindless Albino! The Mighty

  Warrior’s learning to wipe (and like) shit

  like some of us! my enemies jeered behind

  my vengeful back (Under those circumstances

  there was no way I was going to admit defeat)

  atua aren’t exempt from nervous breakdowns —

  No sir but I kept my cool and learned

  from Maifea? how to smile at adversity

  At night I wept inexplicably to sleep as

  he snored on in blissful peace to awake

  and rediscover his mother (me) anew:

  for me that was some recompense

  Secretly I went and pleaded with Tagaloa

  for Maifea’s? memory promising to share

  whatever wonders we might find there

  But the All-Knowing Atua of Atua

  after some unconvincing tricks — He was

  a bad actor — admitted He couldn’t:

  Maifea’s? world was out-of-reach

  way-beyond the Va and Heavens He’d created

  He made me promise (at the risk of losing

  my Atuahood) I wouldn’t tell a soul

  He couldn’t unleash Maifea’s? mind

  and acquire the secrets of his world

  Tagaloa was now afraid and humiliated

  to learn there were other atua with greater

  mana in worlds outside our comprehension

  who could like Maifea? burst through

  our horizons and convert our people

  to their gospels and we could die

  I anticipated also Tagaloa not wanting

  me to use Maifea? as my route

  to obtaining the magic cargo

  of his world and become more

  manaful than Him (I admit now

  I’d wanted to do just that)

  That night I caught the first assassin —

  a young pilgrim I’d glimpsed in the Temple

  earlier on — standing over my sleeping son

  and tried to make him talk but Tagaloa

  had cut out his tongue After that I organized

  full-time protection for Maifea?

  A week later a wizened hag gave him

  ripe bananas to eat in the Temple malae

  All night I worked frantically with Auva’a

  to empty his stomach of the poison

  That morning a spear whined through

  my chamber and quivered beside Maifea’s? head

  My taulaaitu brought me the assassin

  Blind with fury (and worry) I had him castrated

  and sent with a message to his Boss

  to lay off or I’d divulge to all

  the atua He wasn’t as All-Knowing

  as He’d made us believe

  I knew He’d now want me silenced too

  His reply came through my father’s messenger:

  Nafa please don’t upset the natural order

  Tagaloa Our Loving Father created

  us all (And I won’t be able to help

  you in this unreasonable scrap)

  We can’t win: He’s built into our Order

  as the Atua Supreme Auva’a cautioned

  Fuck you fuck Him! I screamed (frightened

  to my hairroots but wanting to defy)

  Your emotions are running away with you he said

  I won’t give up my son I snapped

  That night I wept as I pleaded with Maifea?

  to remember remember and remember who

  he was because I needed his technology

  and mana to defeat Tagaloa and His Gang

  But Maifea’s? smile simply widened

  as he embraced me and fell asleep

  A delegation of atua pleaded that I make

  peace with our Boss: internal dissension

  was no good for the Atuahood and

  I couldn’t possibly win because in an

  open war they’d have to support

  Our Atua Supreme Lord of Lords and Bosses

  Right then Maifea? skipped into my chamber

  and sitting beside me smiled at all of them

  A beautiful creature they agreed and

  the notoriously sadis
tic one-eyed Fofoa

  Atua of Sapepe and Tagaloa’s Chief Assassin

  pinched Maifea’s? chubby cheek (I winced)

  He’s human and can die Fofoa grinned

  Are you going to make him die? I whispered

  Everything stopped deadstill and centred on

  Maifea’s? gleaming smile He’s nothing —

  just vegetable Fofoa declared

  his one-eye unwinkingly focused on me

  He’s my son! I heard myself say knowing

  what the chauvinistic bastard would reply

  I can give you other sons with brains! he guffawed

  his spittle sprinkling everyone

  In one swift move I gripped his hair

  and yanked him to his surprised feet

  Then with one fierce uppercutting fist

  crushed his arrogant balls and

  as he doubled down and hugged his

  screaming pain I jabbed my longnailed

  right thumb into his eyesocket scooped out

  his remaining eye and swallowed it

  They fled with their screaming eyeless ball-

  less champion to their Boss who immediately declared

  open war on me: No other atua was

  to help me He warned My religion

  was to be erased — my taulaaitu

  and subjects massacred

  All this for a mindless man! Auva’a wept

  Yes to defend the most defenceless isn’t that

  what our Religion preaches I said But he’s

  not one of us: a bad omen washed up

  by the tide — his kind will follow

  to conquer and destroy us! He cried

  After making sure my taulaaitu

  and people were hidden deep in the bush

  I took Maifea? and Tupa’i into a secret

  cave in the mountains: Tupa’i promised

  to protect Maifea? with his life

  The Armies of the atua filled the horizons

  with their gathering and marching down

  towards an empty Falealupo and

 

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