Every Satuday and Sunday my world revolved around the family. Visiting the family house in Kg. Pogunon is a must in the weekend itenery. The trio are looking forward to play with their cousins over the weekend. Well, what else happy kids like them should be doing right?! Speaking about playing, going back to my memoryland of being a little girl and grew up in a kampung was seriously fun. Haha..i can still smile to the things that we did those days as a budak kampung.
Grew up in a family of seven in a typical kampung atmospher is usually what the new generation is missing right now. I still remember freshly the things that we usually do after school. To name a few, taking a deep in the Moyog river, going to the kabun (field) with our grand parent, mokilo'o bundu (waiting for the bundu fruit to fall) and the list goes on and on..but the champion of all the memories is when I was just about nine or ten years old and we just got to understand how the Kadazan or Dusun funeral was being conducted traditionally. If I'm not wrong, this incident hapened after my late great grand mother's (Yapa's mother) funeral. We (my borther, sisters, cousin and I) tried practicing the culture by burying a dead chick and we got a big scolding from our late granpa (Yapa) and being chased by him with a rotan. We were literally crying and do all those stuff they did at the funeral for the chick. We did the mongodunsai (gong beating for the dead), mogiad (crying session for the dead), making the cross and ect. haha..As a kids I can say we are very well trained physically in a kampung and we managed to get away with the rotan by climbing up the rambutan trees. One of the tree is still loyaly producing fruits for us up till today but its shorter now as my father had trimed it because it grew so tall that it caused some damages to the roof of our humble kampung house those days. Back to the strory, as yapa was going towards us and shouting we are causing a big trouble when we played the sound of gong for the death with empty tins and emty diesel drum, with split seconds some of us already at the top of the trees and I think one of us run to the river. It was hilarious when we knew that Yapa couln't clim the tree and all of us where laughing instead of terified.."Angalangas kou no ki, tinggorudon kou ngawi" ka di yapa! ( Yapa said to us,"you guys are very naughty, the lightning will stike you guys"!). This is how the elderly usually will get angry with us and how as a child at that time handle it oohh..priceless! Most of the time this story will always comes out if we have big family gathering.
Now, most of the time on Sunday after Sunday school, all the kids will come to the family house and I will be cooking lunch for them. Most popular and still in demand recipe is fried egg with rice and kicap (soy sos). I have to admit it that I do still eat this recipe some times.haha.. Clap!clap! to my cousin Lester who had been entertaining the small ones with his skill of pushing the wilbarrow around the compound. They love it!
For me I will try my very best to let my kids enjoy what is left as what we call a kampung lifestyle. Being able to run around in the house compound freely, eat what ever you can find around your compound such as lapak, korobintoi, biabas (guava) and a lot more and most of all feeling free from being a control freak towards my kids.
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