Moehuri

             

       Thousands of years ago, the sky was as black as coal except for a blanket of stars. There  was a chief named Moehuri who was sailing from Hawaiki. The sea was as calm as a gentle flowing waterfall. Some time  later, Moehuri chanted a karakia to call a enormous shark to guide them into the harbour. Before very long they landed on shore and Moehuri named the place Mangonui after the huge  shark.

Moehuri and his children starting to make a living on Rangikapiti pa. They decided that the waka was getting to old so they sunk it as a home for the shark that had led them into the harbour. The shark loved her home very much as there were always lots of fish for her to eat and became a tapu place.                                                                                            

               

Rona

There once was a beautiful lady called Rona. Rona’s eyes were as beautiful as  twinkling stars of the night. Rona lived in a little kainga by the sea with her husband and their two little boys. They all absolutely loved to go fishing. But there was a big problem, Rona always bossed them around. One day Rona’s husband said the moon is good for fishing so me and the boys are going to go fishing from the island just across the bay.When we get back we expect that you will have the food ready. When they left Rona started to make a hangi.  Then she realised she didn't have any water to cook the haingi so she ran down the path to the spring. Then the moon went behind a cloud and Rona tripped over a root and then she shouted at the moon ‘‘pokokohua.’’ Then the moon angrily snatched Rona by the waist and yanked her into the night sky. As soon as the moon grabbed her waist Rona grabbed tightly to the ngaio tree.

Rona got stuck frozen in the moon forever.



















       

Mangonui Harbour

 8.5.18

Not far in the distance, seagulls dip their heads in the ocean trying to catch some food. I hear the ocean splashing on the jetty. I see the fish jumping out of the sea. Trawlers sailing onto the jetty sound like growling gorilla’s. I smell cheesy bait rotting next to chilly bins. Seagulls dive like dolphins under the salt water. Clouds like candy floss, fly across the sky. I feel the freezing salty sea touching my hands as waves splash up against the wharf.

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