Te Marae O Nga Marohirohi Hinga

Te Marae O Nga Marohirohi Hinga

by Rick Zhou  Y9 2017@Windsor uk

Kahuki was not one to fear his kuia’s stories, unlike the other tamariki in the village. He was his own man, 12 years old, and no one in his whanau could stop him. The abandoned Marae down in the overgrowth was where he was heading tonight. He was going to prove that he was a real warrior, and not a child, like his mother kept saying. Carrying an oil torch, Kahuki felt he was prepared. The chirping of the crickets in the background only helped to calm him, and the frights of the night were replaced by excitement for his friends’ and family’s reaction when he came out of the Marae O Nga Marohirohi Hinga, the ancestral house of the fallen warriors.

The night was going to be a long one, as his Kuia had said that evening. “Seems that the Gods are restless tonight. I’m worried that something will happen.”

His father answered “Your omens are never usually wrong. I will give the warning for everyone to stay in their homes tonight. 
While thinking about that night’s discussion, Kahuki felt the hair on the back of his neck raise, and he quickly spun around in fright. “Huh. Weird. I swear I felt someone’s presence around here.” A sudden creeping feeling went up his back, and he felt something almost like a finger tracing the outline of his spine. He tensed, thinking it was his father, and he turned around to apologize before realizing there was no one there. “Pshh. How can you get scared before you’ve even reached the Marae. Come on. Keep going.” But as he stepped he heard a crunching sound. He froze, and looked down, only to see a half buried human skeleton, it’s ribs crushed under his foot.

The eyes stared blankly at Kahuki, and Kahuki stared back at the skeleton’s eyes. And he screamed. He turned and tried to run back, but found that the path was lost, and his way back home with it. He looked around in terror and saw nothing but the overbearing reaches of the trees that blocked his route to safety. There was nowhere to go, and nothing he could to except run through the forest and yell for help. It was very likely that he would get lost and starve, or trip and hurt himself, or maybe a pack of wild dogs would find him and eat him. What if the stories that his Kuia told were true? Maybe the ghosts of the ancestors would wail and scream at him the whole night, breaking him mentally, and when he was vulnerable they would attack and attempt to take over his body. Sweat covered his back, and he prayed to all the Gods he knew, and to those he didn’t. He got down to his knees and began bowing for forgiveness and salvation, but it was to no avail. Nothing happened. It seemed like even the trees were laughing at him with ridicule, as sounds of shrieking and cackling vaguely blew through the forest.

A whisper came next to his ear, as if there was someone next to him, and said to him, “Silly. There are no Gods that have the power to reach into my domain. You have forced yourself here, and now you shall die like the warrior you said you were. The only way out is through the Marae, and if you can’t even make it to our front door then you shall be like your predecessor, the pile of weak bones lying right there, a coward and a loudmouth.” The voice had no gender, and was so monotonously calm and soothing that what it said sounded like it was telling a joke. But Kahuki did not fell this way. When he heard the voice, he froze in fear, trembling, and in dreadful bewilderment.

“Why are you doing this to me! I have done no wrong! I have not disrespected you or any of my ancestors! Why?!” There was no response from the voice, or from the laughing in the trees. He was the only there. “Fine! You know, my father is the chief of the village! He is powerful, and will come looking!” There was no response either, but the laughing started up again from the ghostly trees. He got up in shame and picked up the torch. “Fine. I will show you. I’m not someone you should be messing with.” And so he continued on his path, down to the Marae, and towards his impending doom.

The Container and its part in Globalisation

The Container and its part in Globalisation

by Rick Zhou  Y9 2017@Windsor ,London
Globalization is the process by which information, ideas, inventions and influence spread across the surface of the earth giving rise to changing social, economic and environmental patterns.
It’s safe to say that the shipping container changed the world. It represents the connected world and shows how fast a piece of technology can grow and be implemented into society. Thanks to the container, international trade has developed extremely fast since the end of World War II apparently growing from “0.45 trillion dollars in the 1960’s to 3.4 trillion dollars in the 1990’s”. 
Incidentally, the 1960’s were when Maclean’s container was introduced into Europe and the container was fully adopted. With its innovative twist-lock system than enabled containers to be stacked upon each other safely and securely, it enabled a much larger amount of cargo to be transported on one ship, and at current figures you can transport about 14,000 TEU, or twenty-foot equivalent unit, which is “an inexact unit of cargo capacity to describe the capacity of container ships” . 1 TEU is the volume of 1 twenty-foot container, so a ship can carry around 14,000 twenty-foot containers. One of these containers can fit the contents of a 4-bedroom house in it, so basically, a ship can carry about 14,000 four bedroom houses worth of items in it.
There are an estimated 23 million shipping containers in the world, and an estimated 5 or 6 million are currently shipping around the world on vessels, trucks, and trains. This can tell you a lot about the enormous goliath that is world trade, and containerisation. This essay will discuss the social and environmental effects of containerisation, and by proxy, globalisation.

In this generation, the shipping container isn’t really that big of a deal. Personally, I didn’t think much of it until know, only knowing that they looked pretty cool when they were stacked upon each other and that the machines they used to move them were amazing. So, of course my view of the world changed when I started researching the containers history and what it has done for us, as humans, and to the world, environmentally. Of course, it’s provided a much more safe and secure means of transporting cargo, with only a small 700-2500 containers lost per year, small compared to the millions of containers out there in the world. Compared to the whole ships that were prone to being lost out at sea, or the boxes of cargo that were easily broken into or flung off boats, then yes of course it’s better. Yet, as Chris Koch, the president of the World Shipping Council said “Every container lost is one that the industry would like to avoid”, and that is for various reasons. Commercially, it’s a loss. To the people waiting for their shipment to arrive, it’s a loss. Environmentally, it’s a pretty big loss. A whole box of steel just sitting there on the ocean bed might sound harmless, but thanks to the twist-lock system, it’s not always one box that comes down. Just recently, in October 2011, MV Rena lost an estimated 900 containers after it ran aground and sunk off the coast of New Zealand. Within that statistic, were at least 7 containers carrying hazardous materials, and footage was filmed of one container covered in smoke while sitting on the water, which suggested that there was a chemical reaction occurring. That’s a lot of damage done to ecosystems underwater, and it’s only one ship. That’s just shipping containers though. What about oil leaks and oil spills, the most prominent and recent ones being the Shell spill off the Gulf of Mexico, and funnily enough, the Rena, which leaked about 350 tonnes of oil, spreading as far east as Whakatane and Opotiki. The MV Rena disaster was labelled as New Zealand’s worst maritime disaster ever. The combination of container debris and oil leakage not only caused a huge loss of wildlife, it also dirtied the pristine waters of the Bay of Plenty and practically ruined the lifestyles of the inhabitants of Motiti island, who relied on water from tanks and seafood, and now they had to deal with toxic water and dead seafood.

The environmental effects of containerisation are huge, but what about the social effects? Although they may not be as significant in the bigger picture, they are still very important. Sure, there is now an increased availability of products. It’s very convenient to get what you want, whether it be food, books, furniture or sports equipment, shipping has got you covered. But is it too convenient? Humans weren’t designed to just go to the store to pick up some food. We were designed to go out and get it ourselves. We started off hunting and gathering, and now that seems to be dying out. Maybe containerisation contributes to the 30% of people in the world being obese. Globalisation leads to increased consumption, which leads to a higher demand, which then leads to the development of more products, which then leads to increased consumption. The cycle continues. Companies are trying to make the cycle faster and cheaper, which means that they have to look for cheap and fast labour. Therefore, they move out of their own countries, and go to over-populated or smaller countries where there are a lack of jobs and churn out a huge number of products. Not only is there an environmental damage, but the conditions inside of the factories are not usually ideal. Many times, news networks find child labour, or extremely poor conditions, such as there being no windows, or no ventilation systems, or any chairs, or no rest times, and the list goes on. The worst part, though, isn’t the poor conditions. It’s the fact that many people in the “first-world countries” tend not to care. Sure the news gets out once in a while, but then people quickly forget about it. The company GAP has been exposed many times, but each time it seems that people lose interest very quickly after that. Many seem to believe that the problem had been fixed after a little while, and continue to go about their days. The products they buy, the food they purchase, they don’t know it’s backgrounds. A certain vegetable may be genetically modified to be easy to grow, but detrimental to your health, or a product may have been the result of child labour, and you would never know, or maybe meat that you buy could be a different animal than what you had originally thought. All of this does happen, and most of the time, people don’t really think about it.
On the topic of labour, it also seems that containers have been the cause of job loss, with the ease of containers meaning that 30 dock workers could be replaced by just one. That is a significant number of people losing their jobs, thanks to the mechanisation of cargo moving. During the 1970’s, when there were huge riots concerning containers, many lost their jobs to a fewer number of workers who were paid much more and didn’t complain. That shows a very cold portrait of the dock working company executives, but they were simply adapting to change. The entire British docking business would have sharply declined if no-one took the initiative to evolve to containers.

In conclusion, I’d say that containers certainly changed the world, for better or worse is a subject that shall be decided on much later in the future. It has a significant impact on the operations of the earth, with containers holding 60% of the world’s seaborne trade. They carry an estimate $4 trillion worth of cargo, and according to the World Shipping Council, a conducted survey stated that “including, catastrophic losses, for [2011-2013] the average annual loss was approximately 2,638 containers, an uptick of 297% from the previous three years”.






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