Lika’s Log

I’ve never been to Molokai. I know I should have gone while my niece was teaching HS there, then I would have someplace to stay and have my own tour guide. I told somebody I wanted to go down da Molokai Trail down to Kaulapapa. And dey said, “EH locals no do dat; you go up to da trailhead take pic-cha pau.” LOL Wot I genuine Local Tourist. I read about da mule train in da magazine, DUH I neva know was couple of hundreds of dollars. Ok scratch dat thought. Still yet I’ve never been to Molokai. I like go see Molokai Piko, da hula festival. I like go to da Beamers Aloha camp, hula workshop. Oh only two thousand fo’one week. Ok scratch dat idea. So WHY I writing about Molokai…… cause……

I just pau read MOLOKA’I by Alan Brennert. Its a story about a girl who is sent to Kaulapapa when she’s 7 and her life there, till she left, till she went back, till she got buried there. Historical fiction. OMGawd I cried through da whole book. So sad da voice of da people who suffered from Hansans Disease yeah aka leporasy way way back in da day.

Get plenny books about Fahdah Damien yeah. But this book is about da peoples who lived and died there. Plenny dying. Everytime somebody makidiedead I gotta cry. I da type you can just say “funeral” I cry. Cry baby yeah. I no shame. Shame is when you steal. LOL

So the little girl Auoli, 7 yrs old gets sent to da hospital, I cry. Her Unco Pono gets shipped to Kaulapapa, I cry. She gets shipped to Kaulapapa, I cry. She ends up in da Girls dorm, her no can stay wit Unco Pono against da rules, I cry. Unco Pono makidiedead, I cry. Some ada kids maki, I cry. Auoli’s Fahdah come visti, I cry. Auoli get boyfriend, have sex, get married, get hapai, I cry X4. She has da baby and gotta givem’ up for adoption as da rules, so da baby no get da disease, I cry. Moe friends maki, I cry some moe.

Anden years and years later she’s wot 50’s, 60 years old her disease is dormant, she gets temporary release, she can leave, I cry. She go find her ohana, dey reject her cause of da stigma of da disease blah blah blah, I cry. She finds her sista, I cry. Da sista tell her da real story of wot wen happen to da ohana, I cried. Auoli searches for her daughta dat she had to give up & finds her, I cried. The meet up wit each ada, moe I cry.

Kaulapapa, Molokai, HI

I should have called this piece, I cry! Hoo da kine. But fo’real I did. The daughter was adopted by one Japanee family dat only had boys, that baby was in da orphanage in Honolulu till age 5 when she was adopted by one Issei family. Dat family relocates to California right. So what happens da war, and that girl & her new ohana was interred in Manzanar da Japanee interment camp. Sad. I cry sommoe.

Anyway moe crying but things get pono. Its just that there was so much sadness yeah. If you need to cry, dis one good book to force out da tears. Sometimes tears stay stuck yeah. Tears are good, they take out certain kine huhu in your system. Fo’real scientific fact. I’m glad I read dis book.

One of the many cemetaries at Kaulapapa.

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