Girl Searching for a Name
Once upon a time, there was a girl whose mother was not so clever, and named her Girl.
She went on a cruise ship, which sailed around the Fiji Islands, to look for a name.
The cruise ship was white and had navy blue stripes running across its hull. It had four cabins, one Olympic-sized pool, 2 Jacuzzis and 4 normal swimming pools. Girl was not very clever so she didn’t know what cabin she was in. She ended up sleeping in one of the survival rafts and realised her mistake too late when it rained that night.
That night when Girl was fast asleep, a tropical cyclone passed over the cruise ship causing it to sink, luckily she was on a raft. She didn’t have to worry too much about food because as the ship was sinking, the crew tried to save the chickens that were running around in a panic and sacks of what looked like potatoes, by throwing the items onto the raft. Girl had no idea what was going on because she was a heavy sleeper.
A strong current carried her raft away and stopped on the beach of what looked like a deserted island in the Yasawas. The chickens began making noise and their claws on Girl’s face woke her up. She was amazed to see a chicken so close because the only chickens she’d ever seen were ones that came in her 6-pack nuggets meal from McDonalds.
Girl got out of the raft and started walking towards the trees on land. The chickens followed her in a single line like soldiers marching, except there was no military band.
When Girl got to the cluster of trees, she noticed a bunch of ripe bananas. She had never eaten a banana before so picked one and took a bite. She liked how it tasted and ate at least 3 before she figured out that it tasted better without the skin.
As she chewed her fourth banana, she took the time to look around and noticed a huge tree with large vines hanging off it. It was a beautiful tree with bright red flowers which would spiral to the ground when blown by a strong wind. Girl imagined she was standing under a shower. Except there was no water trickling down to wash off the chicken poo that had gelled on her hair.
She stared at the tree trunk for a while and something caught her eye. There was something carved into the trunk of the tree which didn’t look natural at all. She dropped the banana and walked closer. She cleared the leaves and vines in her path and realised that there was something etched on the tree. In big, bold letters, it read:
“MARAMA”
Girl knew how to read and pronounced the word. “Ma-ra-ma.” She liked how the words sounded rolling off her tongue. She said it at least five times before she started dancing and jumping around.
She felt like she had made a discovery. After 2 days out at sea, she finally came upon a real name that she could use. Girl decided then and there that she would name herself Marama.
Filled with joy and a sense of purpose, Marama (previously known as Girl), proudly walked back to her raft, got in and started paddling away, determined to find her way home.
As she left, the chickens continued to peck at the big tree and made it to the other side of the tree, where there was another word carved into the tree. In big, bold letters, it read:
“TURAGA”
In the distance, the sound of someone’s booming voice ran through the trees, “Guests are now invited for lunch. Toilets are to the right, just at the flame tree.”
She went on a cruise ship, which sailed around the Fiji Islands, to look for a name.
The cruise ship was white and had navy blue stripes running across its hull. It had four cabins, one Olympic-sized pool, 2 Jacuzzis and 4 normal swimming pools. Girl was not very clever so she didn’t know what cabin she was in. She ended up sleeping in one of the survival rafts and realised her mistake too late when it rained that night.
That night when Girl was fast asleep, a tropical cyclone passed over the cruise ship causing it to sink, luckily she was on a raft. She didn’t have to worry too much about food because as the ship was sinking, the crew tried to save the chickens that were running around in a panic and sacks of what looked like potatoes, by throwing the items onto the raft. Girl had no idea what was going on because she was a heavy sleeper.
A strong current carried her raft away and stopped on the beach of what looked like a deserted island in the Yasawas. The chickens began making noise and their claws on Girl’s face woke her up. She was amazed to see a chicken so close because the only chickens she’d ever seen were ones that came in her 6-pack nuggets meal from McDonalds.
Girl got out of the raft and started walking towards the trees on land. The chickens followed her in a single line like soldiers marching, except there was no military band.
When Girl got to the cluster of trees, she noticed a bunch of ripe bananas. She had never eaten a banana before so picked one and took a bite. She liked how it tasted and ate at least 3 before she figured out that it tasted better without the skin.
As she chewed her fourth banana, she took the time to look around and noticed a huge tree with large vines hanging off it. It was a beautiful tree with bright red flowers which would spiral to the ground when blown by a strong wind. Girl imagined she was standing under a shower. Except there was no water trickling down to wash off the chicken poo that had gelled on her hair.
She stared at the tree trunk for a while and something caught her eye. There was something carved into the trunk of the tree which didn’t look natural at all. She dropped the banana and walked closer. She cleared the leaves and vines in her path and realised that there was something etched on the tree. In big, bold letters, it read:
“MARAMA”
Girl knew how to read and pronounced the word. “Ma-ra-ma.” She liked how the words sounded rolling off her tongue. She said it at least five times before she started dancing and jumping around.
She felt like she had made a discovery. After 2 days out at sea, she finally came upon a real name that she could use. Girl decided then and there that she would name herself Marama.
Filled with joy and a sense of purpose, Marama (previously known as Girl), proudly walked back to her raft, got in and started paddling away, determined to find her way home.
As she left, the chickens continued to peck at the big tree and made it to the other side of the tree, where there was another word carved into the tree. In big, bold letters, it read:
“TURAGA”
In the distance, the sound of someone’s booming voice ran through the trees, “Guests are now invited for lunch. Toilets are to the right, just at the flame tree.”