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Fiji stories, Labasa, South Pacific culture, family, migration, Australia/Fiji relationship
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July
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- No conference
- Nemani from Mali Island
- Stan Ritova
- Fiji's President will retire soon
- Melbourne Fijians at worship
- Repairing the power points
- Walkin' down the road
- Miss Campbell remembered in Fiji
- Friends group in Labasa
- Hindu function draws 4000 people
- A Mercy by Toni Morrison
- Stop sharing the bilo
- Did the moon lose its magic that day?
- All in a Sunday's work
- The life of a deaconess
- Farewell Pauline Campbell
- Let me go down to the river and pray
- Way to go, painters from Nadi
- Someone knows which side his bread is buttered on
- Hurrah for Fiji's youth and song - Domo ni Karmen
- Meanwhile back in Vorovoro
- Remembering Michael
- Nukutatava near Labasa
- Fiji Police and Crime
- Methodist Church Indian Division
- Anniversary for Rev Daniel Mastapha
- The fear of strangers
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About Me
- Peceli and Wendy's Blog
- Babasiga (pronounced bambasinga) is the dry land of Macuata in northern Fiji - our place in the sun in Fiji. Peceli is from Fiji from the village is Vatuadova and the beach is Nukutatava. Peceli Ratawa passed away on 27th December 2015 so this is Wendy's blog now. Wendy is an Australian and today live in Geelong, Australia.
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