Say Green..

Kamal went in at the footsteps.. With him, a candle as he began masquerading with his song of romance. Suddenly, the hair behind my neck rose as I felt a gruesome feeling of disgust. I didn't know what went on his mind. But the genset was off and there was no electricity. He was there to comfort me. I knew he wanted more than friends but I tried consoling him by sharing him a book of wisdom. There on my hand was a book I was reading before: The other side of death. I told him, that there were many religions. And it amazes me, how all of them teach the Love of God and blessings in disguise. So it was how my relationship with him. Somehow or another, it was the same feeling I want to share to him. I remembered telling these boys that they reminded me of my brother. My brother was always alone, and I can see a searching conquest to find himself. He wanted to achieve the impossible. And a pilot he chose to be.

There were many words I spoke. I couldn't remember what were they exactly. But I could see the look of astonishment as I told him the facts about love. Maybe I didn't understand the desire of love. And I failed to see in his eyes. But something had provoked me to invoke something greater for humanity and it's allies. That is when I started to see that in this, simplicity, I began coining song and poetry in our souls.

What makes us a gold digger? This world is not made for the weak. And yet at a rapid scale, we are bringing ourselves to the road of extinction. To the path of no return.

In Sukau, and name any places in Sabah you find complete serenity. I'm glad that there is not much conflict here than what is shown on TV. It scares me the hell! So what can we do to strike a balance? We have to come down to our simplest roots and find a common ground to make us mutual. Which is why I propose clinging to our traditions. Not that which obstruct visuality but bringing us closer to the truth. Missionaries had come and go and they brought education. I must rely that education serves the best and foremost priority.

We may not have silver spoon in our mouth but song and poetry in our souls. So Kamal reminded me of this proverb. Aside from education, what comes second of priority is sanitation. Which is why the government proposed a scheme called the home-stay project. Where tourists can live with kampung families and sit by and eat their food. What a delicacy! And a treat..

The Sukau people are a mix of Iranun heritage. During logging era, there is marital exchange between the Ibans and Chinese which makes them a complete set of people depending on the river now for their daily lives. Most of their times, are affected by flood and oil palm residue killing their fishes which they depend on for livestocks.. Deforestation on the highlands brought sedimentation that further inflicts flood.

As the whole world revolves around, and become busy. You could spot the tiniest beauty in space where these people exists. Still holding strong, still growing roots. Needing to be acknowledged. But at the busiest moment, the sensible thing to do is to remain quiet. Be kind to the gentile for they knew not what they do. And this is my strength. To not perturb.. This is God's wonderful creation.. And we watch them grow. Maybe, in time to come. They can come out to play. But for the moment, tradition can get lost forever. And we can blame on the magnification of our own image. Will you save us if one man remains.. And God said yes, which is why the hopeless and distraught must not be saved but helped. The strong protects the weak. And yes, it's true we can rob from the rich.

A word of reminder.. Robin Hood.. Man in tights! Say Green..