Sunday, December 22, 2013

HINEHAKIRIRANGI


Hine Hakirirangi and her pet Riroriro
Hinehakirirangi was the sister of Paoa, captain of Horouta canoe. According to east coast oral traditions Horouta began it’s journey from the Gisborne region. It traveled up to Hawaiki under the leadership of Kahukura to collect seed kumara. 

When they were ready to return Kahukura decided to stay on and he made Paoa captain for the journey back to Aotearoa. Paoa’s sister Hinehakirirangi was given the task of protecting the tapu of the kumara. Whenever they boarded the canoe Hinehakirirangi would always be first. 

She would straddle the bargeboards of the canoe and all who followed her would pass between her legs thus removing any tapu they may possess. When they left the canoe the process was the same but in reverse. While she was onboard Hinehakirirangi would also be responsible for the kumara seed itself. When Horouta canoe eventually arrived back on the Tairawhiti, Hinehakirirangi returned to her home at Papatewhai, near Te Muriwai. From there she set about looking for suitable land to grow the kumara. As she walked along the riroriro accompanied her and sang it’s favourite song. Hinehakirirangi walked the length of Oneroa beach. 
Hine Hakirirangi lived at Papatewhai
Then she walked along Onepoto but still she could not find a good spot. She turned inland and walked the banks of Te Arai River. After a while she climbed up into the foothills and came upon a piece of land that made her heart tremble. It was perfect and even the riroriro was impressed as it began to sing “tanu kai, tanu kai” (time to plant, time to plant). Hinehakirirangi named this place Manawaru (trembling heart) and there she dug her garden. She planted her kumara and soon the entire district had access to the valuable plant
Local History...
Moana Kemp (along with my dad) was a Ngai Tamanuhiri kaumatua (80s-90s)
Tena nga mihi whanui atu ra..

Saturday, December 21, 2013

HINEAHUONE

Taken from my manuscript for... Mana Wahine...

Hineahuone is in fact the garden of mortal man. However Hineahuone’s auspicious life began, literally, as a hand full of dirt. In fact it was Tane-Mahuta, son of Ranginui and Papatuanuku, who wanted to find a female human to take as a wife. He looked hard but discovered that there was no female figure and he decided to create one. Tane performed a powerful karakia before taking a hand full of sacred soil from Te-one-i-Kurawaka. He started shaping the soil into a basic body shape. 
Tane started adding arms and legs to the figure. Then he fashioned the head, the hands and the feet. Finally Tane shaped her sexual organs. When at last Tane was happy with the final shape he decided to breathe life into her body. Tane took a deep breath. He then pressed his nostrils to her nostrils and began to blow life giving breath through his nostrils into hers. This is actually the origin of the hongi and it remains as an important part of our culture today. After a while the female figure began to breath and slowly opened her eyes. Life seeped slowly into every inch of her body and soon she was able to sit and look upon the world of light. 
Hineahuone and Tane Mahuta
Within minutes Hineahuone was able to raise herself up from the dirt and stand on her own two feet. It was Tane who named her Hineahuone (woman shaped from soil) and he took her to be his wife. Tane and Hineahuone had a daughter together and named her Hinetitama. When Hinetitama grew up Tane took her as his wife. Hineahuone was annoyed by this behavior and she left Tane. Hineahuone eventually married Tane’s younger brother Tumatauenga. Together they had a son called Tiki who is actually the first mortal male.





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ROIMATA TINI

A step by step guide to my Roimata illustration... showing 10 steps of the illustration. Media include Pen & Ink, Colour Pencil, Polychromos Pastels, Felt Pen, Acrylic and Photoshop. Basic guide to colour application

























Final Illustration Roimata Tini (Many Tears)...August 2011






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RONGOWHAKAATA

To fully appreciate the southern boundaries of Ngai Tamanuhiri one must have some knowledge of the wider history and the oral traditions of Turanga-tangata-rite. It also requires a basic understanding of the whakapapa-lines that underpin the whanau alliances in the area. Tahu Potiki’s arrival at the Turanganui river heralded a new era in iwi development. Tahu’s crossing saw a simple fishing rock ‘Te Toka-a-Taiau’ suddenly symbolise a ‘line in the sand’ between the tuakana and the teina.. To the north Porou-Ariki and his whanau claim absolute-mana with a very catchy… “mai Potikirua tae noa ki Te Toka-a-Taiau”. Porou and Tahu were born and raised at Whangara. After the trouble between these brothers (over Hamo) and the demise of Porou-Ariki himself, Tahu settled at Turanganui with his new wife (and brothers widow) Hamoterangi. However the people of Turanganui are linked to both brothers by whakapapa...

RONGOWHAKAATA 
For the Rongowhakaata people, whakapapa to Tahu... the link is made through the marriage of Rongomairatahi and Uekanihi. Rongomairatahi is the only son of Rongowhakaata and Turahiri. He is a pivotal ancestor of this iwi and even the tribal proverb implies access to the iwi-proper is by way of Rongomairatahi and his three children Turourou, Ruawhetuki and Hinetuwaiwai. These three form the foundation of Rongowhakaata, the iwi, but access their Tahu whakapapa, not through their father, but their mother Uekanihi, daughter of Tapui-Paraheka. He was a Ngai Tahu chief, who held mana around Te Arai and occupied the Puketapu pa. Uekanihi married Rongomairatahi and they lived at Puketapu with her father. Tapui-Paraheka was a grandson of Karimoi. Mrs Nona Haronga (daughter of Rongowhakaata Halbert) makes the following statement regarding Rongomairatahi. 


Rongomairatahi lived on the slopes of Puketapu hill with his wife Uekanihi and her father, Tapui Paraheka, who belonged to the Karimoi branch of Ngai Tahu. Karimoi was one of the four children of Hamoterangi and Tahu-Potiki. Rongomairatahi and Uekanihi had three children. The two eldest, Hinetuwaiwai and Ruawhetuki left Gisborne with their husbands Rongomaiawhio and Haukiore. Their brother Turourou, remained at Puketapu…
She then goes on to explain the tribal whakatauki… 

The Rongowhakaata tribe or Ngati Rongowhakaata as it has sometimes been called, is confined to those who descend from Turahiri’s only child Rongomairatahi. We have the tribal proverb “Te kotahi na Turahiri, ripo ana te moana” which means “The one child only of Turahiri, who causes the rippling of the sea…
…It means that Turahiri was the ancestress of the Rongowhakaata tribe and that any of her descendants must be impressive. It means that numbers do not always count and that it is quality that matters. This Turahiri saying probably came into vogue about the end of the seventeenth century, and after the formation of the three main sub-tribes”

Whakapapa of Rongowhakaata and Tapui-Paraheka






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KAITIEKI: MOREMORE

Moremore was the son of Pania, the maiden of the reef. Pania’s home was essentially the sea but every night she came ashore to sleep at a small freshwater spring near Hukarere. One night a young chief named Karitoki went to the spring to draw water. He found Pania there and took her home with him. The young couple fell in love and were even married but the fact remained that Pania would always return to the sea during the day. In time they had a son called Moremore and it was soon evident that the child had inherited the special tapu of his mother. 
Moremore... the shark with no tail
He too had to retreat to the water during daylight hours and this made his father very anxious. Soon Karitoki went in search of a solution and spoke to several tohunga. Eventually he was told by one old tohunga that he could remove the tapu by placing cooked food upon them when they were asleep. Karitoki decided to try this method so waited until his wife and his son were asleep and placed cooked kumara upon their bodies. Alas the kumara was not cooked through and the plan did not work. Pania was upset by the plans of Karitoki. She never again returned to the springs to sleep at night and she never saw her husband again. 
Her son Moremore turned into a taniwha. He lives in and around the Ahuriri area and even roams the wider east coast. Moremore is a kaitiaki (guardian) and generally posses no danger to the locals. His presence serves as a warning of potential danger. In the Ngai Tamanuhiri area around Te Kuri-a-Paoa Moremore takes the form of a shark with no tail or no dorsal fin. He is a protector and will appear to warn of an unsafe area or unsafe practices. At the very point of Te Kuri, a place called Pikopiko there lives a species of shark the locals call Moremore. It has no dorsal fin.


My book Taniwharau
Taniwharau is published by Penguin Books (NZ) and focuses on the special relationships that developed between various taniwha around Aotearoa and the local people of the land. It celebrates the many and various kaitieki (kaitiaki ranei) that inhabit our whakapapa and punctuate our oral histories. These magnificent creatures came in all shapes and sizes including lizards, sharks, whales, kiwi, pigeons, dogs and even giant eagles. Some were a weird mix of creatures; half man-half dog, half bird-half woman but all had a special place in the history of the various tangata whenua who claimed them as guardians. 
Taniwha often played a dual role in our history as most were seen as a good omen by the tangata whenua, yet any stranger to the area saw them only as dangerous beasts that would kill to protect their territory. Indeed the reputations of these great beasts traveled the width and breadth of the country with many a defeated war party. Those war parties made it their business to remember them as Maori will always give credit where credit is due and there is no disgrace in losing to a superior foe. 
The ancient Maori were a very spiritual people and believed the universe was made up of different realms that were separate yet very much connected. The mortal realm; inhabited by man and animals, was largely governed by the supernatural realm; inhabited by the many gods, demi-gods, guides and guardians. Both realms were linked by a spiritual bridge to allowed travel between the two worlds and overcame the communications barrier between the species. Man accepted that as he had gods and ancestors, so did all the animals. 
This basic acceptance allowed the magic of belief to manifest itself in the minds and memories of Maori. Indeed, like many indigenous cultures around the world, Maori culture personifies absolutely everything, animate or otherwise. 






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DIVING AT TAIKAWAKAWA

During the summer months... every full moon was seen as the catalyst for a tribal diving expedition. When I was a kid growing up in Muriwai the village was still thinking and acting as one. If any of the local whanau were going to the beach to get kina and paua... then everybody may as well go. It was a community way of thinking. One morning my uncle Nick turned up on the farm tractor and trailer. Tell your old man we’re off to the beach... he says. I replied... ok uncle... what times the tide? Uncle cracked up... he looked at me and said... atta bei...full moon last night, low tide’s always at midday on the full moon boy... hasn’t your useless dad taught you anything. He laughed and drove off. I never ever forgot that answer. I told my old man what Uncle Nick said and he clipped me round the ears... saying I bloody told you that heaps of times... you got no bloody ears man... I never forgot that answer either.


It was about 8am and low tide was at noon. Our favoured kina and paua beach was Taikawakawa and we needed to be in the water no later than 10. So uncle drove around the village collecting the whanau... Danny Morgan and them, Darryl Hawkins, Joe Toroa, Boof and Owen Stone, Muddy, Anthony Carrington, Nanny Hopa, Ben Smith, Rakai, Lordy and David, Guy Rock, Cricket, Leo, Mangu & Boy Kemp, Angus & Bubby and of course more Pohatu’s than you could poke a stick at... Willis; Noel; David; Barry; Lester; Paihau; Scottie; Maurice; Kevin; Simon; Harry; George and of course me. Not to mention my dad, Uncle Matene, Uncle Major, Uncle Hare, Uncle Nick, Uncle Bub, Uncle Viv and Uncle Moana... And it wasn’t strictly men either... the women were more than welcome but most stayed home to prepare lunch. Sometimes we needed two tractors so uncle Chop would take his Massey Fergusson... but no-one was ever left at home anyway. By the time they picked me and my dad up... the tractor was full... and in those pre-OSH days I use to stand at the back of the driver. It was all good... we were off.

To get to Taikawakawa we needed to drive about 4ks south along the main highway to Taranaki hill. Then we followed the Maraetaha River past Whakorekoretekai urupa down to the river mouth at Te Umu. From there we’d drive about 3ks flat tack along the beach to Umukehe where we’d park the vehicles. The ride there was my favourite part of the journey. Some of the old fullas would start telling stories and pointing out sites of interest... but most of the young fulla’s weren’t interested and laughed and joked. I guess I must have been listening tho... cos I remember Nanny Hopa telling us about the Kowhai. “Ka pua te Kowhai... ka reka te kina” when the Kowhai are blooming, the kina are sweet he says... and everyone sighs. A few minutes later Nanny Hopa reckons... “Ka pua te Rangiora... ka kawa te kina”... when the Rangiora is blooming the kina are sour... and again that sigh aaaagh. All I was thinking was (and unfortunately I said it out loud)... “What if the Kowhai and the Rangiora are blooming at the same time... are the kina sweet and sour” The whole tractor roared with laughter... Nanny Hopa sat up and glared at me... bloody cheeky little bugger he says...but the whanau around here are very witty and I knew from experience that if they’re not laughing with you... they’re probably laughing at you.

More often than not I ended up sitting in the gate opening seat. Actually where ever I sat was the gate opening seat according to Nuna. By 9.30 we were parked at Umukehe. Every one would start checking their equipment. There were no fancy diving suits but... nor any fancy extras like goggles or a snorkel. Our checklist was a lot more basic back then... bag (check)... knife (check)... diving gumboots (check)... ALL SYSTEMS GO. In many ways the term “diving” was a real stretch of the imagination as no-one here expected to be in water more that 3-4 feet deep. Some ‘DIVERS’ didn’t even get their hair wet... but all divers got their bags full... NO SWEAT. This was Taikawakawa and it was loaded with kina, paua and koura. When we finally entered the water each family would head off to their favourite spots and start gathering kaimoana. I always followed my dad and he always had a karakia as we walked along. Then he would point out rua koura to me... but nothing was ever mentioned to anyone else... these were whanau spots. One was in real close to the shore and my dad reckons crayfish used it as a low water shelter... We would always catch them there... it was always our first point of call. Then we would head out to the other one... a ledge that ran parallel to the Mapere cliff face. Sometimes we would use our feet to marshal crayfish into a better position to catch them... and catch them we would.

The first time I caught a crayfish at Taikawakawa I ran 20 meters to show my dad and said... “Look I got one”... Choice my son... he said... but where’s his mate? Crayfish always got a mate boy... go find his mate. I put my crayfish in the bag then I ran back to the rock and started searching for the mate. My dad taught me how to feel under the rocks and ledges. I knew how to search for the crayfish feelers... then to feel my way to the crayfish back... and to grab the crayfish on its back so it couldn’t hurt you. If you grab under the tail or even worst allow the legs to clamp you... then it will hurt (especially a big one). Soon I found the mate and after a bit more searching I found two more. That was lesson one in crayfish gathering. Another time... I felt the unmistakable shape of a paua... I borrowed the old mans knife... and I lifted the rock to prize it off. Again I was keen to share this first paua with my dad. Neat alright my son he said... but now you can find his whanau... they all be around somewhere... paua always travel as a whanau son. This time dad joined me and together we searched all around the rock. In the end we got 16 paua from the immediate area. As we moved rocks to look underneath my dad reminded me to always put the rocks back how you find them... that is our way son. Lesson one in paua collecting.

We would fill our bags with mostly kina... but I was always in search of either paua or crayfish. The water was about 3 feet and we would reach under the ledges and search them quickly... ever alert for the tell tale touch of crayfish feelers. You were effectively fishing blind and there were definitely other residents of the ledges and some could bite... like eels, stone fish or even stingrays. My dad told me about a time when my mum was using her feet to sweep some of the deeper ledges. They were about 15 or so... and as my mum moved along the ledge... she was bitten by a conger eel. The eel locked on to her foot and my dad helped her to the nearest rock where he cut the head of the eel off and unlocked the jaw to remove it... MY HEROE type stuff or what? And I saw with my own eyes how my uncle Chop would talk to the stingrays and tell them to piss off... this is his rock; go find your own crayfish. One time uncle Chop and I were diving around a rock when a stingray turned up. The water was about 3 feet deep and uncle stood up, splashed water at the stingray several times then told it to get lost. He told me never to panic... They looking for crayfish just like us. He pointed at the water and told me that when it’s really murky like this... they trying to ambush the crays... watch out when the water is dirty. Priceless.

Right on the turning tide... around midday... the signal would go out and everyone would start to exit the water and start making their way back to the tractor. They were parked about 1k away and everyone’s bags were generally full. Once word went out... no one complained, no one delayed and no one questioned the decision. This is how we always done it... the tide turns pretty quickly and the waters can get rough in no time. The trek back to the tractor was always quiet... and most would tend to collect pupu on the way back... my mum liked pupu so I always did... but once we arrived at thr tractor the bullshit soon started. Who got what and how many... WOT??? HOW MANY??? We would stand there and compare catches... everyone had kina... half had heaps of paua and about a quarter had all the crayfish. I was a crayfish man and getting the biggest or the most was the goal every time we went out. Once I caught two pack-horse crays (big green mothers) they were a real show stopper. But there were others with mean skills too. Scottie was the octopus man... always one or two each trip... and ironically he was a very slippery character himself. Uncle Matene knew exactly where all the big paua were. Noel would always snatch heaps of crayfish. Mangu and Boy were like mega collectors... but we were family and often the haves would share with the have nots and at the end of the day everyone got a good feed and a brilliant day out... bonding as a people.

The salt water made the eyelids heavy on the return trip and the conversation was a lot more subdued. Everyone’s thoughts were back at home and at the dinner table already... planning lunch and contemplating an afternoon nap. When we finally reached the village uncle would drop everyone off where he picked them up. Each whanau would unload there bags and take them inside to distribute as they saw fit. When we got to our place we took the bags behind the house and lay everything out on the lawn. My mum would come out to see our catch. My grandmother and my mums older sister Aunty Pae were always included in our calculations. I loved crayfish so I always cooked 2 or 3 for lunch right then. The kina were all placed in a big fresh water drum as was the preference of my parents and while we were eating lunch my nan would help herself to the koura. She’d have the pick of all the crays and we knew... she was gonna ‘mara’ them... ara koina ko te koura-mara (rotten crayfish). Not my first choice of food but a real delicacy in the minds and mouths of our old people. Sharing the catch is an important part of our tikanga and we believe those who can... should share with those who can’t.


Our trips to Taikawakawa were an awesome outing not only in terms of the kai we brought home... but also in terms of the whanaungatanga and bonding of the whanau unit. Being an iwi is all about thinking, behaving and acting as one. These tribal expeditions of the 70s and 80s... to a single place with a single purpose and a single outcome are the last remnants of the collective effort for collective gain mentality that made us an iwi in the first place. At one point the iwi done everything together... fishing, hunting, gardening, fighting and surviving... He whanau kotahi tatou.

Today the only place we meet as one... is on the iwi register.






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WHAKAPAPA KI TE WHENUA


Ngai Tamanuhiri will always measure the land through whakapapa. It is the only valid measure in terms of mana whenua and is founded in the common sense approach of tracing ownership, and therefore mana whenua, through successive generations. Ngai Tamanuhiri history is punctuated by ownership & occupation and the landscape from Kopututea to Paritu simply validates that history, that ownership and that occupation. 

The names of many tipuna and/or their pa still linger today. Many mountains, ridges, valleys and beaches have inherited those names and thus the land is drenched with Ngai Tamanuhiri history and Ngai Tamanuhiri mana. Undisturbed is the measure set by external forces and undisturbed is the Ngai Tamanuhiri claim. Since Tutekawa, NO iwi, hapu or whanau has extinguished the long burning fires of Ngai Tamanuhiri .


Tracing ownership of the land through it’s history is fairly easy for those who actually participated in the history. After all, it is more likely, the participants of that history will be more inclined to record it and indeed pass it on. The story of successive ownership soon emerges from the intricate web of whanaungatanga. For example: Tamanuhiri and his family stayed around Maraetaha and had mana whenua from there to Kopututea, near the Waipaoa river mouth. His younger son Paeaterangi inherits much of that mana whenua as far inland as Paparitu. Paea had a pa called Taumaiterangi on the Tawerauru land block. He had another pa at Mangapoike.

Puraho-o-te-Rangi inherited Paea’s mana and also stayed at Taumaiterangi. He spent time at Rangihaua and Taumata-o-Puraho near Maraetaha. Puraho married a woman called Te Aomate who was of Rongowhakaata descent. When the young couple visit with whanau at the Tapui pa, it is attacked by Tukapuarangi and his war party. Puraho was killed in the subsequent battle but his wife Te Aomate escaped to Rangihaua. She was eight months pregnant at the time. Not long after the battle called Taitimuroa, a son was born to Te Aomate. His name was Tapunga-o-te-Rangi and he inherited the mana of Puraho. At this stage the original mana inherited by Paea was still intact and was much larger than current maps depict. That mana was now held by the young Ngai Tahu chief, Tapunga-o-te-Rangi. Tapunga also had several different pa in the area and stayed for a while at Taumaiterangi. He had a rahui line called Tawhiti Karangi which ran from Paparitu to Te Arai and prevented all but his own family from any hunting or gathering to the south of that line. Tapunga also stayed at Rangihaua and Rerepi but in later years his favourite pa was Te Koutu near Maraetaha. He and his Ngai Te Aomate hapu used it as a summer fishing base.

Unfortunately, Tapunga was attacked at Te Koutu and captured by his enemies. They then marched him back to Turanga where he was executed. These enemies however, did not take the land and surely, there’s no such thing as mana-in-absence. Thus… the mana of Tapunga was passed down to his children including Te Rangitauwhiwhia. He was the eldest son and inherited much of Tapunga’s mana whenua including the Pakowhai Land Block. Te Rangitauwhiwhia had several pa including Rerepi, Pakowhai, Tarapa Kahawai as well as a fishing pa at Te Kowhai. The mana of Te Rangitauwhiwhia then passed to his son Putangimaru who also stayed at Rerepi. His mana passes to his son Matuku who helps his cousin Kahutia in several battles around Te Arai. Matuku’s eldest daughter Te Uhu then marries the high ranking Ngati Kaipoho chief, Te Hukaipu. As a wedding gift they are given mana whenua over Pakowhai (Land Block). Mana whenua then passed to their son, Te Kaingakiore who lived at Pakowhai. In 1840 Te Kaingakiore signed the Treaty of Waitangi at the Turanga signing. As his iwi he listed Ngati Kaipoho/Ngai Tahupo thereby acknowledging both sides of his whakapapa and indeed any mana he inherited through it. Mana whenua then passed to his son Mataiata who stayed at Pakowhai and he in turn passes it to his son Himiona Riki. In the 1880’s Himiona Riki and his whanau were acknowledged as owners/occupiers and as such held mana whenua.

If indeed undisturbed occupation is the measure of mana and if Tamanuhiri is the target tipuna, then in terms of Pakowhai the succession of ownership is traced as above. In the 1880’s, when Himiona Riki presented his case to the Maori Land Courts on behalf of Ngati Te Rangitauwhiwhia he had to prove his mana whenua. By tracing back through the owners from whom he had inherited mana i.e. Mataiata, Kaingakiore, Te Uhu, Matuku, Putangimaru, Te Rangitauwhiwhia, Tapunga, Puraho, Paea back to Tamanuhiri he was able to establish his family right. However impressive your whakapapa from any other quarter, on this particular land block, this is the whakapapa that matters. Such whakapapa is an important source of whanaungatanga, but the whakapapa of successive ownership is the true source of whakapapa ki te whenua.

Central to this mana whenua is Rerepi, which was an important pa site as well as the cornerstone of four land blocks. When Te Rangitauwhiwhia stood at Rerepi and faced the north he would have describe the Pakowhai Land Block in the following fashion… “From here at Rerepi travel northwest to Pukemia, follow the ridge northeast to Mata-Ariki, continue along the ridge to Tarapa Kahawai on Taranaki hill, continue down to the shore at Te Kowhai, then follow the coast south as far as Ro Pa, from there head inland straight to Pukehaua pa, follow that ridge to Takarangi, continue up that ridge as far as Pohatu Whakairo, then back to Rerepi and that is the land we know as Pakowhai” Of course Te Rangitauwhiwhia was never in a court case. To the Maori of his day it was all about feeding your family. Pakowhai was allocated to the Ngati Te Rangitauwhiwhia family as a bird hunting, berry collecting and resource gathering area. An automatic rahui would have existed and only members of the family would have been able to use that land for that purpose. They guarded their right jealously and any other iwi or hapu, who trespassed, would be met with total aggression.





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