Good Little Samoan Boy
by Victor Rodger
I met my Samoan grandmother, Matalena, twice: once when I was at primary school and once when I was at high school. Both times it was pretty awkward. Even though I knew who she was, I didn’t know her. The second – and last – time I met Matalena, she’d developed cataracts and could hardly see. She wept as she ran her hands over my face – and to be honest, it freaked me out.