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Friday, 6 November 2026

Merry Ancestors - Teweiariki Teaero

Years back
On a night so black
Natiu ran to me
Seeking refuge
In my arms

In the blackness
Our tiny atoll was all shaken
Heaven had burst
Proud palms bent low
Saluting the furious wind
From all corners came
Bellowing rumbling roars
Answered by
Snappy
Bright lights

And so Natiu ran to me
For they were scared
On that dark night
I held their hands
So tiny and damp
I heard their hearts
Beat beat beat
In their chests

I whispered now
Low, slow words
Up there in Matang
The ancestors are partying
That is all they do

Hear thunder
They pound the bwaoki
Palms slap the kabae

Feel rain
They are sweating
And crying
Wetting the earth

Feel the gale
Grass skirts swing in the buki
Raising the angry wind

See the lightning
They are taking pictures
Of them, you and me
With cameras
Made in Japan

Teweiariki Teaero (20th century) Kiribati
Source: Indigenous Literatures from Micronesia, Editors:Craig Santos Perez, Emelihter Kihleng, Evelyn Flores, University of Hawaii Press, 2019
 
Natiu - children
Matang - a small village in central Kiribati
bwaoki - square
kabae - male dance mat
buki - a type of dance

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