Today, I want to share a love story—more than one love story, actually: love stories weaved throughout my many names, from across the Pacific Ocean to the hills of Mana and into the waters of Te Awarua-o-Porirua, from Kāpiti Island in the North and Mana Island in the South. My name is Barbara Rachael Fati Palepa Edmonds. Fati is short for Fatimataaleniuoaana. It is my paternal great-grandmother's name, who fell in love with a tama uli—a blackbird—indentured labourers who were abducted from the Solomon Islands or New Guinea to work as slaves in the copra fields of Samoa. The translation of our name means "to fetch the green coconuts from the district of A'ana". It is the Civil War story of tactic and strategy by defeating your enemy through stealing their food supply. My great-grandmother Fati was the village midwife and nurse who was the centre of her village's health response to the influenza pandemic that wiped out 22 percent of Samoa's population in 1918. I note the apology given on behalf of the New Zealand Government by the Rt Hon Helen Clark in 2002 for the actions taken by the New Zealand authorities, who allowed the ship the Talune, carrying passengers with influenza, to dock in Apia in 1918. We must learn from our mistakes, so I echo the call in the Speech from the Throne that it is of great imperative that New Zealand's obligations to the Pacific are a core part of the COVID-19 vaccine strategy.