Even though my dad couldn’t read or write, he was the one who named me Lema. He grew up in Pukekohe during the 1940s and 50s, a time when Māori experienced considerable discrimination and segregation. For example, Māori weren’t even allowed in some shops. There were also significant barriers to education, and speaking te reo Māori was forbidden
In many Pacific languages, the word lima means five or hand. In Māori, however, it is spelt rima, as we don’t use the letter L. People often assumed I was a Pacific Islander, so I eventually changed my name to Lem to stop people asking questions. Ironically, I’ve ended up being the oldest of five children!
When I was younger, I was sent to live with my grandparents in Tauranga for a while because I was naughty. They took me to the Assembly of God church, where I was baptised. From that moment on, I felt protected. You know, I’ve never felt that I’ve been in any danger. I trust my instincts and have a strong sense of discernment.
I’ve mostly worked as a caregiver because I enjoy supporting and helping people, particularly the elderly. I like being able to help those who might no longer be able to get out and do their own shopping or manage everyday tasks.
As the oldest child, it was also my responsibility to look after my father when he needed care. And I’m currently caring for one of my adult children who became unwell.
I don’t go to church, but my faith is still an important part of my life. Being kind and generous is very important to me. When I pass away, I want to know that I’ve left something good behind, and that ill go straight to heaven.