Poahi is a former professional rugby player and is a hobbyist surfer.
Descriptions
The sun shined bright and boisterous, baking the sand and the brash, bracing salt-spray. Poahi let the heat beat on his shoulders as he surfed the sun away. Waves swelled and crashed, and Poahi spent his hours astride the sea like the dolphins diving next to him. Him and his backstop Dale talked — or yelled the best they could as the ocean churned around them — but Poahi didn’t register any of it.
Today was all about the surf. And the dozens of onlookers looking on. They clapped and cheered and whooped when Poahi surfed, and their support kept him going. He didn’t respond to them, didn’t even acknowledge them. It was better that way. Dale waved at them, and he stopped to chat in between waves. Not Poahi. When Poahi washed in to the beach, he went back out to greet moana again.
When Poahi was a tamaiti, he and his friends always climbed on stuff — if there was something climbable, Poahi’d surmount it. His mother never understood and always yelled at him to get down. Poahi could never explain it to her — it just felt right to be above everybody else, to see things from above. Surfing in front of the crowded beach of swimmers and sunbathers felt the same way. He let a wave lift him up, and for a few seconds at least, Poahi was above it all, and mortal concerns seemed like somebody else’s problem entirely. When he was high on a wave, Poahi didn’t worry about Alison or about Lipsweet or his green card or about being a deadbeat or a ballhead. All he worried about was climbing those waves so he could look upon the land like a wairua.
From Poahi the Lackey
Books
Poahi the Lackey: In 1980s Los Angeles, Poahi works as a lackey for a small-time gangster, which doesn’t give him a lot of time for women… Luckily, he’s willing to ram his manhood at anyone crosses him. That’ll give this Polynesian alpha male plenty of opportunities to get a nut off!
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