Wednesday, 7 March 2018

The Waka

In writing we wrote descriptions based around what it would be like to ba a Maori warrior in a waka.


The Waka by Caroline

On the ancient waka I row amongst my whanau, listening to warriors shouting “Ka mate Ka mate ! The water goes “splash” as we push the waves behind us. Oars dig into the moana and rise back up to the surface like the cogs in a great war machine. The bow and the stern of the boat is as sharp as the end of a taiaha.
As we paddle further and further we grow hungry and thirsty. The whanau and I tell each other the way to Aotearoa. The warriors rowing the waka with their oars the shape of feathers. The waka is decorated in red the shade of the blood and  torn flesh of our enemy’s. Warriors making pukanas with tremendous, wide eyes and protruding tongues. Mokos on faces of the warriors showing their forefathers. The whanau and I push and push with our oars cutting though the turquoise waters. We are ready for war.

The Waka by Uzayr

“Ka mate, Ka mate, kora, kora will I die will I die will I live will I live” thunders around the sea. It’s the sound of tattooed monsters. The waka is breathtaking with the loud, tremendous sound of war and tingling of adrenaline.

“Splash” the waka is like a knife cutting the sea. The vessel is now a taniwha sticking its tongue out saying ”I will eat you”.
As we continue I feel anxious, my fellow bulky warriors blast with their strength and fearsome pukanas. The carved patterns on one side come from my beloved mother's side and the other half is my father's side. We are heading to our destination to tear them apart for stealing our land.

1 comment:

  1. Wow! These are amazing!!!! Really sophisticated writing - you both definitely painted a clear picture in my mind - which is a fantastic skill. Can't wait to read more.

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