The Waka

Waka

“Ka mate, ka mate”, is bellowed tremendously loudly from the rowing warriors. Holding tightly onto the oars they feel cold. The tough, tattooed warriors are hard working. They look like will never give up rowing the waka.The warriors open the their eyes and poke out their tongue.

The waka is like a sharp knife cutting the water. The oars go in the inky black water, the front of the waka there is a koruru. We are ready to fight.