THE GAME OF KI-O-RAHI
It's a foggy afternoon. As I drink my milo I hop onto the field. I step past the poles and I see a bin in the middle. I put my milo on it. Kiorahi. Everyone is trying to grab a band to put round their waist and then put on two tags. As soon as I get both tags and the band, I get stuck into the game. I dive, toss, rip, sprint, tackle. In the game I feel really hot and sweaty. I rip off my jersey. I feel really great and I get stuck into the game once more. Even when I skin my knee, I still like it because it shows that I’m getting into the game.