Tui Nayau - Origins of The Title

Origins of The Title

Tu’i Nayau was originally an independent title referring specifically to the overlord of Nayau, then separate from the Lakeba State. Prior to merging with Lakeba under the Vuanirewa dynasty in the mid-1700s, Nayau was previously within the Moala sphere of influence. At the time the Moala Group was also an independent state, having affiliations with Bau. This would later change in the 19th century, with the conquest of the Moala Group by Enele Ma'afu and its merging with the Lau State.

The earliest oral records suggest that the progenitor of the leading family of Nayau stemmed from the Tu’i Naosara, son of Kubunavanua, celebrated chief and folk hero of Moala. Naosara had two sons, Buivaroro and Kalouyalewa.

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