Mate atu he toa, ara mai ra he toa. Merata and I were fighting for the last three months. I was supposed to see her on the Monday after her screening at Māori Television and so I was preparing for a heated discussion.
I spent two days prior figuring out my strategy. After many failed ideas I came up with this one. I was going to wrap my arms around her and tell her I missed her. I never got the chance. It mattered and it didn’t.
