In our
written language Deltora has been working on narrative writing. The context of these examples of writing is: The story of
our haka, ‘Ka Mate.’
Here are
excerpts from their stories.
Over 200
years ago in Kawhia on the Waikato coast Ngati Toa lived, enjoying the rich
fertile land and kai moana from the sea. Ka mate, ka mate (I die, I die) ka ora, ka ora (I live, I
live), the dance symbol of New Zealand was born here during the turbulent times
of war.
It was
prophesied a taniwha would be born, a boy child with 6 toes…Shakira
A prophecy
foretold that a special child would be born. The fifth child of Te Wera Wera
had six toes, it was the sign that the prophecy was coming true. ‘The child will become stronger, smarter, he
will have more wit than any other child. He will become a great leader.”
The child’s
name was Te Rauparahara, he was destined for greatness and to be the best
leader of the Ngati Toa people… Morgan
Te Rauparaha
ran through the rough terrain and hostile country seeking an alliance with the
people of Lake Taupo. Fearing bloodshed the chief sent him to see his distant
cousin Te Whararangi. He would have to run through dense bush. War horns echoed
through the bush…he had attracted the interest of the neighbouring tribes and a
war party was sent out to kill him. There was nowhere to hide… Bowen
Dense bushes
arched overhead. Jagged branches plunged into the hollow groves of trees. Weeds
grew wildly, creating strong tight rope-like vines. Cold crisp air blanketed
the rough terrain. Twilight fell. Echoing calls slithered through the cracks in
the forest. Te Rauparaha charged into a sprint as he attempted to outwit and
outrun the Tohunga and his band of men…Brodie
Te Rauparaha
anxiously entered the fenced village and announced to Te Whararangi, ‘we
descend from a common ancestor.” Te Whararangi then offered him refuge and told
Te Rauparaha to hide in the pit of Maori potatoes.
He was
crammed up against the rough dirt, thinking he was going to die, imagining what
the war party would do if they found him. He had no hope. Fear began to take
over Te Rauparaha’s body, he could hardly breathe.
The bloodthirsty
war party raced into the village soon after…Renee
The hairy
chief Te Whararangi talked and talked to the war party. The chief offered food
and drink. Behind the chief was the Tohunga, looking for Te Rauparaha’s wairua
or spirit through the night.
Te Rauparaha
crouched in fear, he was so quiet it
sounded like death. The only thing you could hear was his heart pounding…Cody R
‘Ka mate, Ka
mate, ka ora, ka ora.’ The haka was born. Joyful at his escape from death he
danced this famous haka, a symbol of New Zealand. Beneath swaying dense bushes,
light blue skies and white puffy clouds Te Rauparaha gave thanks…Kayla
Te Rauparaha’s
tribe experienced unremitting attacks because other tribes wanted access to the
rich land and seas. Ngati Toa had been forced to their last line of defense. Te
Rauparaha journeyed, uprooted from his homeland to give peace to his people. He
led his people to their allies but the troubles were not over. Through the
bloodshed Te Rauparaha emerged triumphant. He spent the rest of his life
avenging the death of his son… Anne
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