Someone sent me this website with live feed from the Samoan radio. Its one of the best things that's happened from home since being away. When I remember I log onto the site and listen. Aside from all the birthday wishes that I don't really care about that takes up the time, I enjoy the Samoan humour when the commentators get into it, its memories of home. My favourite part is when they play Samoan music and other old favourites, it takes me back to my childhood years of whatever I was doing when those songs were being played.
Just now I heard one of the Samoa Teachers Training College old songs and it took me right back to our fale talimalo (sitting room) where Mom would play her old LPs and teach us girls how to do the siva(Samoan dance)to the scratchy tunes. She would teach us how to move our fingers gracefully and to make sure our eyes followed our hand movements from one hand to the other. It was stressed we should feel the song and flow with it. Hence, my love for our Samoan siva.
My mother is one of the best dancers I know. When my mother gets up to dance, she is the essence of grace, she commands attention with her movements, strength, experience and with deep emotion. You are drawn to watch in awe and admiration. A good Samoan dancer must be graceful even when they perform the more abrupt actions faataupati. There are few Samoan women that have this gift as far as I'm concerned. And it is an honour to be related to one. The whole siva Samoa is a joy to watch especially when there is a great supporting act (aiuli) by the men.
As for me, whenever I hear a Samoan song that's of dancing material I can't stop myself but start dancing the hand movements. Its so ingrained in me that my fingers just start to move to the music. Sometimes at home, I turn on my fav Samoan music full blast and perform to myself to keep my rythm warm and very alive!
"Dance like no one is watching!" Sau ia, chooo hooo...
Yoga for Indians and siva for Samoans.