a.k.a. KuetaB was born on the 15 March 2019 the day of the Mosque shootings in Christchurch. Kueta (pronounced Kwetta) was my birth-mother's pet name for me and what I used to call myself as an infant before I could pronounce 'Makereta' properly. Though my teachers decided on another easier abbreviation later (which sticks to this day), 'Kueta' remained a family name in my new country, with my adoptive mother and sisters also calling me by the baby-name in private until they died. I decided to reclaim it as a tribute to a more innocent time. In the dark days that followed the tragedy in our country, much of my poetry was dark and tortured. After looking at them, I decided it would be unhelpful to share the verses I had written throughout this period. Instead, following a meditative practice I have been building on for the past few years, I decided I would post a positive 4-line thought every day and share it on-line indefinitely, coupled with one New Zealand image taken from my own collection. Many of my thoughts first thing are sad or negative. I try to turn these notions on their heads, not dismissing them but looking for the lesson in the feelings. I then try to distill this essence into four lines and put it against a backdrop of local scenery. I find the exercise a useful way to start my day and this is my chief reason for persisting. But, if others benefit from any of my insights, this is even better.