It’s a rare occasion that I get to train the national rugby team for my mother’s home nation our beloved Samoa. My mum comes from Lotopa and her family emigrated to NZ back in the 60’s. Back when Ponsonby was the rough part of town and Dawn Raids were common. Man how times have changed! One thing that’s remained the same is the humble, quiet strength that we as Samoans, maintain as a race. And against all adversity, we continue to compete valiantly on the international stage, and none more bravely then our Manu Samoa rugby team. These men aren’t playing for money, they play for their families, they play for their pride, they play for their country. It’s epitomised in their camaraderie and their determination. That’s how it should be. I am grateful for their energy, for their brotherhood, and for allowing me the small part I get to play in their development as a team and as men. I love rugby. I love Samoa. I love healing and empowering people through fitness and I love seeing people discover things about themselves. I’m a born and bred Kiwi, and I am so proud of that but I also have strong roots from other places that I am deeply proud of.
Mo Tama o le Manu Samoa, fa’a malolosi, aua le fefe i so’o seisi. Ma tou te mita mita mo outou uma le au ale Manu Samoa. O matou tatalo e momoli mo outou manuia le taumafai mo outou, aiga, male nu’u pele o Samoa.
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