In Part 1 of this story, I suggested that people and political parties sit down and share kai together, speak and listen to each other and reach compromises through sharing ideas and understanding – and not use historical agreements to sow discord and division, as the Act Party’s Treaty Referendum Bill is doing.
My name is Olivia McDonald, I’m 19 years old.
At the end of July I am going to America to play college soccer in Nebraska.
My football journey began when I moved to Whitianga and joined the Mercury Bay 11th Grade team coached by Leah Gubb, the first person who truly inspired me to take the sport further.
I attended a private high school in Auckland at which the students were all white except for one Māori boy called Ben, so obviously there was no whānau room and no te reo Māori taught. Most of us had little experience of Māori culture.
Express Yourself – The Creative World of Judy Brocas Kia ora, I’m Judy (Jude) Brocas. Among the many caps I wear, I’m an artist, an introverted/shy kind of person, who is
The first time I left NZ was in 1973, off on the required OE, bound for Southeast Asia. Boy, was I excited. During the flight I sat next to an effeminate guy. We chatted away and before touching down in Bali I woke up and realised my sleeping head had been resting on his shoulder. I apologised profusely but he was very nice and patted me on the leg and suggested I go and stay with him in a flash resort at Nusa Dua. I politely lied to him that I already had accommodation booked at Kuta Beach, and thanked him for his kind offer, despite the fact I was sure he had ulterior motives. Tip number 1: have some plausible stories ready for unforeseen situations.
In Part 1 of this story, I suggested that people and political parties sit down and share kai together, speak and listen to each other and reach compromises through sharing ideas and understanding – and not use historical agreements to sow discord and division, as the Act Party’s Treaty Referendum Bill is doing.
My name is Olivia McDonald, I’m 19 years old.
At the end of July I am going to America to play college soccer in Nebraska.
My football journey began when I moved to Whitianga and joined the Mercury Bay 11th Grade team coached by Leah Gubb, the first person who truly inspired me to take the sport further.
I attended a private high school in Auckland at which the students were all white except for one Māori boy called Ben, so obviously there was no whānau room and no te reo Māori taught. Most of us had little experience of Māori culture.
Express Yourself – The Creative World of Judy Brocas Kia ora, I’m Judy (Jude) Brocas. Among
The first time I left NZ was in 1973, off on the required OE, bound for Southeast Asia. Boy, was I excited. During the flight I sat next to an effeminate guy. We chatted away and before touching down in Bali I woke up and realised my sleeping head had been resting on his shoulder. I apologised profusely but he was very nice and patted me on the leg and suggested I go and stay with him in a flash resort at Nusa Dua. I politely lied to him that I already had accommodation booked at Kuta Beach, and thanked him for his kind offer, despite the fact I was sure he had ulterior motives. Tip number 1: have some plausible stories ready for unforeseen situations.
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