“Where you from?” is one question we get asked choke times throughout our lives? In Hawaii, that question is either preceded by or followed immediately with “Wot school you went?”
To me, home stay inside. It’s always with me.
My home in the macro sense is Hawai`i, as it’s all I’ve ever known. More importantly, I love Hawai`i. There’s been time where some people never show me love that most locals get because the pigment of my skin is a shade lighter then what we associate with Hawai`i, and as much as that fucked with my head, I was the one that let it. And sadly, I did the same thing, to others who even more so weren’t from here. I wouldn’t change any of that experience because it’s help me to appreciate and understand my essence even more so.
Home in a more micro sense is Hilo. “Hilo’s just a rainy old town, at night I listen to the rain… fall.” I lived Oahu longer than I lived in Hilo but no matter because Hilo gave me it’s calm. There were times I couldn’t wait to leave because when I was more young I had my head stuck up my ass and couldn’t see the world, was always in one rush for do something rather than enjoy where I was. As soon as I left though, I knew that I missed it, that I love it. Every time, no matter the length, going home for me is blessed.
Home in totality for me is the laid back Hilo calm borderline neutrality that no matter where you go and what you face it’s always there to see you through to the end. And, you still get a little kolohe/focka wot kine passion that stirs it up every now and then.
No matter where my journey takes me, whether it be Hawai`i or far away, Hilo is with me, Hawai`i is with me and because of that and so long I neva forget home, paradise, Aloha, is shared with the world.
Ho cuz, when me and my cousins was small keeds, befo I wen move
Hilo, my unco had one boat named afta my Aunty Colly, yeah.Â No it wasn’t da Aunty Colly was da Kalina.Â Das in Hawaiian.Â Eh, shaddup, I telling one storyâ€¦Â
Anyway every weekend, was so fun, well wen neva had rain, we’d go sand bah out
Kaneohe side.Â Was da best kine ocean picnic eva:Â fried chicken, tuna sandwiches, frozen kine juice drinks in da box o da pouch wit da manini-make-um-shoot all ova da place straw.Â Choke memories brah.
Dat was the first time I can remembah takin’ one numba two not in da toilet o in my pants, eh focka, you know wot I mean, I was one small keed and sometimes no could hold um.Â No make like neva wen happen to you.Â Eh, wottevaâ€¦Â Whea was I, oh yeah first time I got to wea one life jacket, get da kine burn in da throat cause you jus wen swallow too much watah cause all da adults stay drinkin’ and decide fo play catch wit da keeds cause no moa one ball cause someone wen forget, o at least das how dey tell um, and stay inside da watah so no hurt or sometin lidat.Â Stay mess up uh dat kine?
But nah, was full on mean.Â Whea else you could go to one all sand beach wit no moa buildings and only da ocean around you?Â Unless had da kine da tide way too high days and da sand bah no stay.Â Was still dea unda watah but was like goin da shallow part at da beach.Â
Nostalgias, bulley!Â I tellin’ you.Â Nostalgias!Â If I eva get keeds, guarans goin have to take um dea, even if I no live dat side or I move back Hilo or wheaeva.Â Goin’ be solid and dey goin love um.Â Ha, unless we fo’get one beach ballâ€¦
Da singlest most deadly word in all of modern day
Hawai`iâ€¦ “Wot!”Â No laugh, I stay serious.Â You no can argue dat choke fights wen start cause of somebody was giving one odda person stink eye and den said,Â “Wot!” probably followed by odda choiceÂ explicit kineÂ words.Â I bet you wen Kamehameha was one keed, some buggah wen say wot to him.Â And brah, da King neva forgot.Â He jus wen go right back and give all da islands one big “Wot!” cause he was all piss off.Â Kay maybeÂ dasÂ goin’ too far…. Eh, no look at me lidat.Â Huh, you fricka?Â Wot!