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this is a photo i took with my first iPhone of a man spinning candy floss at a festival celebrated every year in Fiji called the showcase where everyone in Fiji would attend to go on rides and showcase their talents and their culture in many forms whether it be through food, clothes or cultural dances. however as young kids we only cared about the rides and the candy floss as it was the only thing my allowance could afford  

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These are frangipani flowers that are also found everywhere in Fiji. it has a very strong and beautiful smell. now every time i see the flower and smell it, it reminds me of Fiji  

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these are flowers you can find everywhere in Fiji. when my friends and i used to have our lunch breaks we would pick the flowers and remove the stem and suck on it to drink the sweet water from the flower. when i told my friends in Australia they found it very odd but at the same time interesting because they had no idea flowers could be edible 

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These are old receipt that I found in my old wallet when cleaning out my room. It reminded me how in Fiji every was pay by cash and there was no such thing as tapping your card so I would have to wait in long lines just to withdraw money from an atm before going out with me friends.

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These are old receipt that I found in my old wallet when cleaning out my room. It reminded me how in Fiji every was pay by cash and there was no such thing as tapping your card so I would have to wait in long lines just to withdraw money from an atm before going out with me friends.

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While going through old boxes from Fiji , I discovered a box of old school reports in my cupboard. Each page, marked with my handwriting and teachers' comments, took me back to sunny days spent studying in the school bures with my friends trying to absorb every information we could before the big exam. I reminisced about my ambitions and the simple joys of school. Those reports were more than just grades; they were a tangible connection to my roots and growth.

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This is an old note that for some reason I always kept a because one time I missed school and in Fiji we did not have access to phones and internet most of the time so if I missed a day I would have to get notes from my friends and ask them what they did in class while I was away but this time my friend wrote down every single detail of the day and walked to me house after school to give if to me so I wouldn’t fall behind.

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A few years ago I was given this coin by my social studies teacher who I looked up to and who taught me more about me indo fijian heritage. She had found out I was moving away and gave mde this 50c coin adorned with the Fijian flag. She told me this coin was on of a kind and told me that when I move I could show people this coin and tell them about the Fijian culture and show how far we have come as this coin was made to celebrate Fiji 50th year of independence. That small coin, with its vibrant flag, became a symbol of my connection to Fiji's rich history. 

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These school awards are a memory of my childhood as when I was younger getting these awards were a very big deal and it was given out every week in school Me and my sister would work very hard to receive one because when we did our parents would take us to McDonald’s as a reward as it was very rare to get fast food.

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This is an old perfume bottle I kept from Fiji that my dad had bought from Melbourne. It a a doop of one of the Dior perfumes. I used to cherish this bottle like it was gold and only wore it on special occasions such as weddings birthdays or cultural events. Now every-time I spray this perfume it brings back memories of those events. 

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This is an instrument very commonly played in Fiji. It brings back memories of when I was back at home as music is a very big part in our culture, where ever you go there is always someone standing at the entrance welcoming people while singing and playing the ukulele. I even learnt in year five how to play it. 

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these are very famous convenience stores in Fiji that every high school student loved as they were normally located next to school so kids would miss class just to go to the stores and get snacks and deal with the consequence from the teachers when they came back. it is one of my favorite memories from high school. 

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These sulus were a gift from my grandmother. she gave them to me so i could wear them to the beaches in Australia so i could show people that i was from the Fijian islands. 

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During a summer with my Fijian grandparents, I joined a pottery workshop led by the skilled artisan Tui. I watched in awe as Tui crafted beautiful pots with intricate designs, each reflecting Fijian myths and nature. Inspired, I created my own pot with his guidance, deepening my appreciation for the cultural significance of pottery. This experience profoundly connected me to Fijian heritage and artistry.

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A few years ago, I learned to make our family’s pineapple pie from my mum. She taught me to select ripe pineapples and guided me through the detailed process of making the pie, sharing stories of how her mother had passed down the recipe. As the pie baked and filled the kitchen with its aroma, I felt a deep connection to our family’s heritage and traditions.