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Ko Māwhera tōku maunga

Ko Māwheranui tōku awg

Ko Jones tōku whanau

Ko Brent tōku matua

Ko Justine tōku whaea

Ko Nevvynn tōku ingōa

Kotahitanga

The Kotahitanga movement was an autonomous Māori Parliament convened annually in New Zealand from 1892 until 1902. Though not recognised by the New Zealand Government, the Māori Parliament was an influential body while it lasted.

Hine-nui-te-po

Hine-nui-te-po

is a goddess of night and death and the ruler of the underworld in Māori mythology. She is a daughter of Tāne.

shoe recount

Shoe

It all started in this factory in this dark room. After I was made I had my laces sewn through me then put in this box and then thrown into this truck. I was made in America and now headed off  to New Zealand for a boy to put me on so he wouldn't hurt his feet, but instead hurt me which I thought was unfair.  We were just as alive as they were but we were just on a different imperil plain then them they would never be able to hear us

I was finally here I was put on the shelf just waiting there for a boy to put me on his feet. Ugh feet, disgusting! They smell and they ruin our soles every time they put us on they make are soles thiner and thiner unless they look after us then we last along time. All the kid shoes are always coming and going they just get ruined so fast.

It all happened so fast I was just sitting in my box and all of a sudden I was picked up and taken out of my box to be tried on by some smelly kid. He put me on it happend so fast all I knew next is that I was back in my box then taken to the counter so I could be brought for this kid to wear me down the street. As soon as he got out the store he took his shoes off and threw the in the bin and then put me on. It was weird I could not move all I could do is wait until he took me off so I could escape.

He wore me till he got to his car I already had stones sticking out of me they were razor sharp. When we got home he took me off and threw me on the ground until he wanted to go somewhere. I ended up hanging out with some other pair of shoes and their owners they were pretty chill guys and girls. We walked for ages we walked through the short green grass and the stony gravel and the hot sand.  Until the end of the day where he sat me back to where I lay every day.

One hot summer day he took me for a walk with the same shoes as every other day but one thing had changed. One of the guys shoes had changed, there was a new guy he looked really scared and shy he wasn't that bad. Well he did talk a lot I mean a lot! That day we were walking through the short green grass and then we stepped in something really sticky and really sloppy that's right MUD it was so sticky and sloppy I was all muddy and wet then all I felt was my fabric slowly coming apart as he jumped past the mud. When we got out of the muddy area he looked down at me and said I guess it's time for a new pair.

A couple days later he took me back to where he had brought me he took me down to this spot that said MENS SHOES and then I knew it was my time.    By Nevvynn   




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