No I wasn’t in prison lol….. but I work there…. heres what a day in prison is like…

0500hrs – 0530hrs is the head count
0530hrs – 0600hrs morning wash up
0600hrs – 0700hrs its breakfast
0700hrs – 0800hrs getting ready to go to work (.50 an hour lol)
0800hrs – 1100hrs morning rounds (facility janitors)
1100hrs – 1200hrs lunch time
1200hrs – 1300hrs whatever is left from the morning round
1300hrs – head back to our housing.
1400hrs – 1500hrs head count and lock down for the new shift
1500hrs – 1700hrs nothing but sleep waiting for dinner
1700hrs – 1800hrs yay dinner
1800hrs – lock down

The last lock down of the day until 0500hrs in the morning and start the routine all over again. Imagine doing that under serveilance camera, every single day for a year or more than a year. This is the kind of life that i really don’t want to recommend. So if you are thinking of heading to that direction… please don’t do it. Please think before you do anything stupid.

You know who I saw in prison the other day. I saw one of my classmates from back home. I ask him what are you doing in here. And he was a pit confused or shocked. I don’t know if it was the fact that he saw me or the fact of what he had done. Anyways he just looked at me and said my name. I was like yeah thats me. So I took him in one of the rooms and we had a little talk. He was telling me that he was in there for hitting his son. And he regret doing it. I told him this is not Samoa my brother, this is Hawaii. And its against the law, its called child abuse. He smile and said i know, I was mad hes been skipping school taking drugs, and his only 16years old. He was in prison for a couple of months. I always see him around, but not in prison thank goodness. I even seen a couple of my brothers classmates too. Some were sentence for 5 years and some were for 10 years.

One Saturday me and one of my co-workers where taking a break outside by the main gate. Yes i was working on a Saturday. I was called in to do some rush paper work. Anyways back to the story lol…… And weve seen a old Samoan couple came to visit somebody in prison. And following behind them were three young children. The age according to my calculation was 5 years old girl, 3 years old boy and a 13 month old girl. They got here it was like 7 oclock already and the line was kind of long, so we offer them our sits. The old man asked me if I was there to visit somebody and if Im a Samoan. So i answer him back that i worked here, and yes Im Samoan. They turned in there paper work and they were waiting to be called on. Ok i decided to stay there and wait for them, so that I can help to walk them in. So we waited for about 20 minutes, and talking stories with the couple. Come to find out that they were there to visit there son and the daughter in-law. The reason why they got picked up was they were caught at a drug house. And there daughter can not take any of the kids because she have 5 kids of her own and no husband. I felt so sorry for the couple they were old already and its hard taking care of three small children, with the income that they get from social security and retirement. Anyways so I walked them in for there visit and i left them there. So half and hour later i heard kids screaming outside. I went outside and I saw all three of the kids screaming and crying. The loudest one was the baby….. “I WANT MY MOMMY, MAMA TAKE ME BACK TO MY MOMMY.” and I could see the old lady crying with the baby. “SHHHHHHHH baby we will come back next week to see her again.” As they walk back out the 3 year old was crying too. To tell you the truth I was crying with them. Who in their right mine does that to their own kids? In conclusion,well you make your own conclusion. 

So please think before you do anything that will hurt you. Not only will hurt you and will also hurt the people that you love.



Teine Segaula was born and raised in Samoa but now lives in Hawaii. She’s a romantic who’s happiest with her family and writes about life and the stories of Samoa in Teine Segaula

0 thoughts on “PRISON BREAK……

  1. Hey, Sis!

    You know, I love to read what you write. Sadly, this piece tears at my heart the same way your Rosalina story did. I don’t need to imagine the heartache of parents visiting their children in a minimum/maximum, federally/state funded institution (prison), but, I cannot imagine my parents dragging their grandchildren into one of these barb-wired cement-enclosed walls to visit their children. But, I can imagine You standing there feeling helpless and broken-hearted for Our people. It’s true, there are many races, some more than others, in prison for one thing or another, but, we are more connected with our Own people!

    We know the historical path and the cultural inheritance of our people. And, like myself, Samoa discipline includes deprivation of meals and other social privileges, as well as, physical punishment; using anyt inanimate object nearby my Dad had available, like a 2X4, the water hose, the fusipa’u,…anything that left my Dad feeling like “I got the message–don’t do that again!”

    What really sucks, from my perspective, is that ‘prison’ is a palagi concept, whereas, for Samoa, the reasons for imprisonment is our Parents’ sense of duty to discipline their children–for most genuinely-bred Samoa parents, that’s what they know, and that’s what they share; and their shared experience is what separates Us from other nationalities/human race.

    Nowadays, the U.S. Military are debating as to whether or not water-boarding is humane! Of course, our Global Nation has the “Geneva Convention” to site as a ‘rule-of-order/conduct’ in matters of War and Prisoners of War, but when we begin to see our prisoners from their cultural perspective, thereby, their cultural deeds and misdeeds, we cannot help but ask, or reminds ourselves, “… this is not Samoa my brother, this is Hawaii….”

    As my Dad said to my brother, “…stop call so much collect…we going to have big phone bill! you stay! you come home–one week!…” My Mother yelled at my Father for telling her Child to consider that we don’t want to have a larger phone bill, adding more problems. But, my Dad explained to Me, “…we need to stay strong! Don’t let your brother hear your broken-heart. You stay strong for him. Don’t be like your Mama,…she make Him weak with her tears…”

    So, Sis, if there is anything I can share with the family, it’s my own experience. God willing…

  2. TS

    I enjoyed reading your experience. It’s an eye opener for sure and very heart wrenching. Food for thought indeed!

    Ia manuia


  3. Thats the one thing that breaks my heart & makes me kagi (other then that i think im miss tuff nutz LOL) Is seeing children suffer because of choices their parents make.Enjoyed reading its a wake up call!

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