“Procrastination….(long pause)….is the thief of time….(serious look)” – A serious-looking Reverend whom I will not name.
Way back in my teenage years, I overheard a conversation between my friend whom I was hanging out with for the day and her faifeau (church minister). We were given the most awesome task by her mother, of taking some lunch over to their faifeau’s house. We jumped at the chance to do this (no we didn’t, we tried to take off but got the dog whistle from my friend’s mother just as we were about to hop into the car). So like the good Samoan girls that we were (I mean ARE…like we ARE!) we sulu’d our ie lavalavas and took the platters over to the faifeau’s house. On the drive there my friend – who I will call Tyra – kept muttering to herself. The words sounded something like: “oh man I don’t wanna see him….haven’t been to loku in ages…oh man I’m in trouble..” before she turned to me and gave me a loud and accusing “Why couldn’t we have gone to your place instead today? ….” I tried to calm her with my “hey..it’s gonna be okay. Seriously, he’s not gonna fasi you or anything” (and anyway, her family always makes nice crabmeat salad with heaps of Bestfoods mayo for lunch).
So we pulled up to the big two-storey mansion (I considered all 2-storey houses in South Auckland as mansions) with the nicely landscaped front gardens and the iron gates – oops can’t give away too much in case someone knows which faifeau I’m talking about lol. The faifeau greeted us and welcomed us into his kitchen as we put the platters down on the breakfast bar (told you…mansion). And I was right, the faifeau did not smack Tyra for her non-attendance at loku in the past year – he gave her something even more frightening – a sermon!. We sat there – my friend nodding her head every few sentences, looking sheepish and guilty for her sins and me looking so relieved that this was not my faifeau and I was not the one getting the growling. I have to admit, I did look a bit agreeable at times when the faifeau gave me the “don’t you think so Rita?” look. One particular moment that stood out for me was the following convo:
Faifeau: Tyra..it has been so long my girl. What’s keeping you from the house of God?
Tyra: Awwwww ….it’s been a bit hectic with my studies and part-time job..and I know I need to come back to loku…
Faifeau: Remember Tyra, procrastination….is the thief of time….the THIEF….of time.
Me: mmmpccch. (That’s me trying not to laugh but still have a serious face on)
It was all over after 15 minutes. We received our blessings from the faifeau, wishing us “a bright and prosperous week” (seriously he said that) while we walked slowly to the front door. Once we were out of view we powerwalked it to the car just in case we got called back…..and laughed all the way back to her place impersonating her faifeau’s “procrastination” quote. I can still picture his face as he said it…hell I can impersonate his exact delivery of that one line 15 years ago. As much as I enjoy impersonating this particular faifeau and his speech every time Tyra and I catch up, I have to admit, those words ring true in my life right now.
It’s been six months since I last posted in my blog and my only excuse is…. I am guilty of procrastination. So the moral of my story today is….”procrastination….(long pause)…is the THIEF of time (heavy breath on the ‘h’ in thief and serious face).
Ia manuia xx