HINEMOANA BAKER (Ngati Raukawa, Ngati Toa Rangatira, Te Ati Awa, Kai
Tahu, Ngati Kiritea no Ingarangi/Tiamani) is a writer, musician and
radio producer living on Wellington’s Kapiti Coast. Her literary
debut, a collection of poetry called matuhi | needle, was launched
on October 31, 2004 – co-published by Victoria University Press
and US-based Perceval Press. At the same time, Hinemoana released her
first full-length album of her own music, puawai. Hinomoana
is a graduate of Victoria University, with a BA in Maori and Women’s
Studies and an MA in Creative Writing.
Hinemoana’s poetry, fiction and children’s stories have
been published in the literary journal Sport, the anthology
of Maori writing Te Ao Marama, online literary journal Turbine,
The School Journal and in Bill Manhire’s Mutes and
Earthquakes. Two of her plays were produced for the ‘Te Reo
Maori Season’ by Wellington’s Taki Rua Theatre in the 1990s.
In 1998 she was awarded the Stout Research Centre/Reader’s Digest
Writing Fellowship at Victoria University.
Hinemoana comments: ‘This poem evolved into a radio feature about
a year after it was written. My father is a scuba instructor, and has
been diving for nearly 40 years. For the same reasons I recently asked
him, against all my sensibilities, to take me to my first rugby match,
I asked him to teach me to dive. These are his passions, and he won’t
be around to share them forever.
‘A few months before the course began, I spent a week doing
some “before” recordings: my anxieties, the foreign language
of scuba, my predictions for how I’d cope. Then in February 2003,
I headed up again to Matata in the Bay of Plenty to live with Dad and
his partner, Anthea, for the month.
‘I took a mini-disc with me every time we went out on the boat,
and I also journalled at home about how I was feeling. I was sometimes
overwhelmed just by the sheer equipment of it all – not just the
tanks and the buoyancy compensation device and the regulator, but also
the mini-disc (with all its batteries, bits and pieces) which were my
constant companions. The 16 or so hours of raw footage I collected became
a 54-minute National Radio programme called “Talking to Tangaroa”.
‘I have many memories from that time – my first dangerous
creature (a disinterested stingray); my worst panic attack (when I was
learning to take my mask off underwater); at last discovering a sea-sickness
remedy that worked (Marzine). I was surprised by how nervous Dad seemed
to be teaching me – his daughter – what he had taught countless
others. It was different, he said, with his own flesh and blood.
‘The documentary was not, of course, really about the scuba-diving,
but about our relationship, past and present. My most vivid realisations
about this side of things, however, occurred long after the documentary
– and the dive course – were finished. “Oh,”
I thought, months later, staring at Kapiti Island. “So that’s
why I had a big tangi after my last dive. And that’s why I hate
Dad’s favourite Perry Como song.”
‘When I read “A Walk With Your Father” now, it’s
interesting to me that so many of those insights are well-represented
– in a poem written a year before we hit the water together.’
Poem: A Walk With Your Father