Keiki Koa's Story
Dear Valerie and Ukulele Underground,
Mahalo nui loa for allowing me the opportunity to share my ukulele story with you guys.
I first picked-up a ukulele when I was a little girl many years ago. The ukulele is like the hula in Hawaii, almost all the keiki (Hawaii children) were taught ukulele, hula and how to pronounce the state fish humuhumunukunukuapuaa.
My grandfather Kawika used to be a beachboy, fisherman and paniola back in the 1920s. I remember my grandfather talking story to my younger sister and I about the old days while he mended his nets with his bare hands. Grandfather Kawika used to plant Koa deep in the Waiahole Valley forest to grow the sweetest woods for wa'a and hoe (canoe and paddles). Grandfather would make trips in the forest to harvest the woods and trees he had planted as a little boy with the help of his childhood friends the Elepaio birds.
Flash forward 40 years to 2010. I now live in Memphis, Tennessee. My twenty year old son is named after his grandfather Kawika. I recently sold my little acacia soprano ukulele to get enough money to buy my son a contemporary ukulele, an Ibanez Iceman Ukulele.
My son is a bright, gifted young man who has high functioning autism. Kawika struggled with autism throughout childhood. Science and music always fascinated him. Music helped him overcome much of his autistic language difficulties and physical clumsiness.
At the end of 2009, my son was on the Dean's List but needed to leave college. Kawika developed a neurological disorder on top of his autism. This combination crippled his ability to communicate.
Now I am back to square one again getting medical help for my son and teaching him how to find his voice once more.
My son was happiest when he was a little guy and loved the ukulele. Here he is 19 years ago when he was just learning how to play and find his voice and smile for the first time.
I tried teaching my Kawika how to use the ukulele again, but my old soprano was just too small for his huge hands to accurately make chords. My son now towers over me by 12 inches.
We were watching Youtube a few weeks ago while I was teaching him how to plant banyan and acacia seeds. We were admiring electric guitars and guitarists like Orianthi, Steve Vai, Eric Clapton and Carlos Santana together since my son leans more toward rock. When guitarist Scott Grove brought out his sweet new Ibanez Iceman Ukulele my son got all excited. It's the first time I have seen that boy smile like that in a long time. I had to get it for him so I sold my old acacia soprano.
I figure I could always buy the materials to make another ukulele for me when I had more money. Money is tight this year because of all the out of pocket medical bills for my son.
I am almost embarrassed to ask for Valerie's wonderful ukulele gift, because I know I will eventually save enough to perhaps buy some sweet acacia wood and make tools to build another one for me to play. Maybe I can find a broken koa ukulele on Craigslist and breathe new life to it. One day, I will save enough to bring Kawika to Hawaii to show him where his great grandfather used to swim with the Hui Nalu beachboys (Duke's old club) and where his ancestors hid the sweetest woods. Where his voice lives in the little forest birds...
While the ukulele is a Hawaiian adaptation of a small Portuguese travel guitar, the Koa is uniquely Hawaiian. The sound of the sweetest koa is the sound of my grandfather Kawika's forest. The sweetest koa ukulele is the song of hardwood and heartwood, heartland and heart. It is the breath of the rich ahupua'a valley where the tiny Elepaio birds call to their mates:
This tree, this tree....
loaded with insects,
is ours, is ours.
Little Kawika,
the tree next to it is
for your surfboard, your ukulele, your paddle.