Climate change: why men’s violence against women increases with each rising tide.

There is no hiding that like so many other Kiribati men, my grandfather was abusive to my grandma. He was physically overbearing over Terira. There is a story that my grandma spent a night clinging to the inside of a well while my grandfather, in a rage, raced around looking for his wife.

Teaote & The Wall

I have written a children’s book. It is a Kiribati story, with Kiribati characters and told with a Kiribati heart. It is called Teaote & The Wall.

Tong must work harder for Kiribati women

I walked back to the house with two cousins running ahead and a baby cousin on my hip. I was wearing a traditional Kiribati top (tiibuta) and a sarong. I was barefoot and despite my lighter skin, I could have been any other I-Kiribati woman. A baby on my hip, yelling at my younger cousins to stop fighting and going back to my house where my family waited.

Non-communicable diseases in Kiribati and Pacific Island nations

Diabetes and obesity influenced diseases are the biggest health worries in not just Kiribati but throughout all of the Pacific Islands. I remember when I was little, we would be at the airport waiting to board Air Nauru to get to Kiribati and we’d sit there trying to figure out who were Nauruans and who were I-Kiribati. The most obvious difference? We followed the rule that ‘Nauruans are the fat ones and I-Kiribati are the small ones’.

Paradise on earth? Welcome to the Pacific!

It’s almost winter here in Melbourne and while the rain falls and the frost thickens, we while away our time by looking out the window and dreaming of holidays.  Holidays with endless sunshine, drinking straight from the coconut and swimming in the ocean at night. The Pacific Islands can give you this luxury and it…

Kiribati kids

  Firstly allow me to apologise.  I haven’t had a chance to sit down and write for a while – something that I myself get more upset about than anything else.  Please believe me when I say that I think of this blog every day and the guilt just piles on when I haven’t written…