Mr. Kamaka…

Mr. Kamaka lived alone on the Windward side of O’ahu, known to all as Kahalu’u.

He wanted to dig his kalo patch, but it was very hard work because the ground was too hard.  His only son, Kimo, who used to help him, was in Halawa prison.  The old man wrote a letter to Kimo and explained his predicament.

Dear Kimo,
I am feeling  pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my kalo patch this year.  I’m just getting too old to be digging up this hard soil.  I know if you were here you would be happy to dig the patch for me and it wouldn’t be a problem.
Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son…

Dear Dad,
No dig up the dirt in the kalo patch.  That’s where I buried the bodies.
Love, Kimo

At 4 A.M. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and an army of men dug up the entire area without finding any bodies.  They apologized to the old man and left.

Later that same week Mr. Kamaka received another letter from Kimo.

Dear Dad,
You can go ahead and plant your kalo now.  That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.  Take care of the kalo.
Love you, Kimo

~ by descendant of haloa on June 5, 2009.