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July 27, 2009 | by  | in Opinion |
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E hika mā!

E hika mā, miharo katoa mātou i a koutou katoa ngā kaituku paki, ngā kaituku kōrero whakaniko, pūrongo, kōrero whakakoakoa hoki. Engari rā kāore he tangata e whai tika ana i ngā ture kua whakatakotohia!

Kāore koutou i tukuna ngā kōrero i te wā tika, ko ētahi o koutou ehara i te tauira engari kua tukuna tonutia ki taua wānanga, ētahi o koutou kua roa ake ngā kupu tua atu i tāku i whakahau ai, ētahi o koutou kāore i hāngai ngā kōrero ki te kaupapa.

Ahakoa tēnei takawaretanga, he ataahua ngā kōrero, he reka, he huhua ngā kupu me ngā reo e rangona nei, he kōrero whakaoho, whakawero i te hinengaro.
Anei rā ngā tuhingaroa kua eke ki te tapuwae o keokeonga!

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