An Office Colleague

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When you are here, it is noisy.

When you are not here, it is tranquil and mute.

When you are not here, there is no trouble.

When you are here, there will be trouble.

Yet from the trouble you brought with you, it had made us find the solution together.

You, noisiness, trouble and solution, we never let go of each other.

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It is no use for you to continue to tell everyone a fiery story about the ugliness and bad deeds of someone in order to impress your listeners. Probably it does sound amazing telling those stories. However, one day, neither you shall be infallible of mistakes.

O, my friend, the human being is indeed not perfect at all.

 

VZ, Dili, 2016

Rosary of A Rural Lady

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Photo: A Timorese local woman

You live in a peaceful village

You grow along with the nature of the green mountains

Learn to follow the rules and the wisdom of the ancestors.

 

In the morning, the cockcrow of the roosters wake you up

Yet the sunshine has not risen yet.

You go to the kitchen, lighting up the hearth and it smokes out

Later, a hot pitcher of an aromatic coffee is ready to serve

With some freshly boiled cassava roots

It’s morning already’ you said to everyone…

 

You live in a hut made of palm leaves and trunk.

For your children, it is the most beautiful palace ever.

Because you are always there for them, every day and night

To shelter your children with love.

 

To the spring fountain, you go there to take the water.

Even it is quite far to walk.

Filling the whole water pot, you carry it on your head.

To the farm and rice field, you go

To secure the food for your household

With palm leaves, you weave the winnower, mat, and basket

To contain the goods that belong to your house.

 

You live with all your strength to serve

Sometimes you become weak and powerless

Yet still, you rise soon afterward.

 

‘The night is coming…’

You summon everyone to gather

In a table with an ample of food

You fulfill their hunger, thirst, and fatigue.

Then, still there you sit

Listening and seeing them talk

Measuring their mind and soul,

Feeling their burden and relieve.

 

Today has passed away

Yet still, you believe that tomorrow is coming

Despite you do know not what it will bring.

You do ask not a lot of things

You do aspire not a high dream.

As to you, it is enough

If the future of your children could be bright

Though someday, you might not be there at all….

Dedicated to Timor-Leste rural mothers…
Vitalia Ze, Dili, October 15,  2014

From Dili to Jakarta via Bali (1)

It was the last day of June 2013.

I was full of excitement as a teen.

Waiting for my Sriwijaya flight at the Nicolau Lobato Airport in Dili.

With a mind of a wanderer, I asked,  “Would this trip be a jolly?”.

Later the flight came and I went ahead in a tremble along the departure gate.

I got on the airplane; a beautiful air hostess with red dress greeted me.

She had the most beautiful smile of the day.

I showed her my boarding pass; she guided me to my seat.

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I sat contently yet carefully paying attention instead.

Another air hostess was demonstrating the flight safety guide.

After an hour, the plane left the ground and started to take off. My heart jumped.

‘I am flying high!’ my mind exclaimed.

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It was my first trip from Dili to Jakarta.

There is a short transit at Ngurah Rai airport of Denpasar in Bali.

That was also my first time to see Bali, although just at a glance.

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Down there, I saw Bali’s beautiful blue sea with the white cliffs.

The red-brown houses formed like beads.

They spread over a huge green carpet of its green field.

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A very long bridge shaped a curvy line over the sea.

How I wondered to explore those places one day.

“Oh, how wonderful isn’t it?” myself said.

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I had heard about Bali since I was a child in 1990s.

People said that Bali is an island of gods, a paradise for tourists.

That time, I wish that one day I too could visit Bali, as a tourist.

I wanted to see the gods. I wanted to enjoy being at its paradise.

Finally, my wish did come true. Even though only for an instance.

Vitalia Ze, Dili-Bali-Jakarta, 30 June 2013.

Doppelganger

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I saw my doppelganger

She wore a white shirt and black skirt

She passed by in front of me

We exchanged our gaze

We felt amazed seeing our images in each other

Our identicality mirrored in each other

We did not say any words to each other

We kept the silent and part away from each other

Then, everything is faded into black

I woke up!

I just met my doppelganger.

She is in my dream.

Villa-Verde, Dili, April 7th 2017 

My First Lunch in Jakarta

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It was a hot day in Jakarta

I was enjoying my first lunch

A plate of soft white rice

Accompanied with fried tofu, fried tempe* and an appetite-teasing brown fried chicken

The delicious jackfruit Gudeg* in a glossy redness to me

Together they greeted me with their special aromas

That was my first lunch in Jakarta

“Happy Eating…’

VZ, Jakarta, July 2013
*Tempe = A specific Indonesian food made from boiled soybeans and fermented then become a    soybean bars.
** Gudeg = An Indonesian-specific red curry dish made using jackfruit and is typical of popular food from  Yogyakarta, Indonesia.

A Taxi Driver’s Grumble

 

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Photo: http://www.dsw-photo.com/Travel/A-trip-To-Bali-Dili

 

Yesterday, in the afternoon, I stood on the roadside of Caicoli Street hailing a yellow taxi, which then stopped right in front of me.
Immediately, I opened the door and sat in the seat behind the driver, and then said, ‘ Please take me to Becora maun*. “The driver nodded as he continued to drive.
From the car window, I looked at the weather of Dili that was having a gray overcast. Perhaps, soon it will be raining. I felt the taxi is running a bit slow.
“Will you hurry up sir? Actually, I’m in a hurry. “I begged.
“Yes, mana**. But on this hour, it is usually jammed. I also want to be quick but there are many cars in front of us. “I sighed impatiently. In front of us, a Land Rover car also drove slowly.
“Yeah. You are right. This hour is usually a jammed hour. Usually, the most stalled roads are the roundabout of Merkadu Lama Street, and the crossings of Audian and Kuluhun Street. ”
“Yeah, those places are the point of congestion in the city center of Dili.” The driver replied.
We arrived at the Audian intersection road and there was a traffic jam because it was going-home time. One and two traffic police officers were on standby guarding in the middle of the road but traffic jams kept trapping the people. We were forced to stop for a few minutes before getting through.
Mana, look at those police officers. They only served there until the high ranked officials passed by. After that, they too will go home.” Said the driver.
“Really?” I asked, surprised. “I did not know about this. Instead, they must be on guard until night, mustn’t they?
“Right mana. They supposed to do so. Until now, the traffic police we have do not stay up until nights. Do you know what mana? The traffic police officers often make us their victims. “He sighed.

“Victims? Victims of what? “I asked curiously.
Each time they do a checkpoint, they often try to find excuses to blame us so that we pay a fine. ”

“Geez. Is that true? Then you would have to complete all the documents from being fined, right?”
“Yes, of course.  We indeed already have the complete document and driving license. Otherwise, how can we drive our cars for public transport? Ah, these police officers also do bully on us. If we complete the document, they will check our lights. If the lamps are complete, they will check if we were wearing the full uniform or not. If we were caught only wearing our pants and not wearing the shirt then still we will be fined. Yet mana, the uniform has a thick fabric and it got us sweltering. Especially on a hot day. ”
“Hmmm … really? Did they give you the bills or ticket to justify their reason to fine?  Usually, this ticket or bill should be paid at the transportation department office and not be paid directly to them.” I said wistfully.
” No mana. Not at all. They did not even give us any bills or ticket when they fine us. They just insisted us to pay the fine right away. We have to give away the money so they can let us go. We cannot be stuck with them all day long. We need to chase our passengers to earn a little amount of money for our family.” He continued to grumble but I look at him in disbelief and felt a little sympathy for him.

 

“And mana. What even worse is that these police officers sometimes also liked to threaten us. Especially those who are from Lorosa’e (Eastern regions of Timor-Leste). If they knew we are coming from Loromonu (Western regions of Timor-Leste), they will continue to hold our small mistakes and not letting us go quickly. While for other drivers, if they are known both come from the  Lorosa’e, they would be allowed to go as soon as possible. ”
“Ah, that’s not fair maun. Maun and your friends should bring this as a complaint to the Department Of Land Transportation office. Do not just let it happen. Later, they may behave worse in their actions. ”
“Yes, we supposed to be so mana. But what can we do? Later if we report to the Transportation Department office, we will be sent home. It is just a waste of time, though. “The driver said in a desperate face.
When we had reached the front of Fuxida shop, a Chinese-owned shop in Kamea road of Becora, I immediately asked him to stop.
“I get off here maun.” I looked for my purse inside the bag and pulled four coins valued 50 cents each to give him.
“Thanks, maun. Do not give up ya. “I said smiling and then got out of the taxi and shut the door. Instantly, I saw a beam of spirit in his eyes.

 

*maun = brother in Tetum language

*mana = sister in Tetum language.
Along the way of Caicoli-Becora, Dili, 3 March 2017

Life Today

 

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Photo: Sunset in Dili, Timor-leste

 

Urgent, urgent, then it shattered.

One by one, they finally ended though they almost got the whole body of mine frozen.

Walking out from the gate, a light smile curved on my lips.

This life, although it is full of various pains, yet it always remains meaningful.

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On the Euphoria of the Upcoming Timor-Leste Presidential Election

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Election in Timor-Leste Photo: http://timoragora.blogspot.co.id

In the latest week, Dili, the capital city of Timor-Leste is having a tense of the pre-election syndrome as on Monday, March 20, the presidential election will be held throughout the territory and citizens with eligible status as voters will participate in the election in each residential sucos/villages at the municipalities. According to data from STAE (The Technical Secretariat of Electoral Administration) Timor-Leste, for 2017, there is total of 747, 583 voters and out of this total, 746,252 are national voters while 1,332 voters are abroad from Australia and Portugal. Obviously, this long weekend will be full of people moving to the districts and district public transportation mode like buses will be busy for sure.

Since my first participation as the voter in 2006, I have experienced the same situation occurred during every Election Day. People consisted of men and women from young to older age, will stand in a long queue for some minute even hours under the hot sun rays for their turn just to get inside to the vertical-square-shaped election box. As to vote is the civil right of every citizen in a democratic country, it is inside that election box that people will vote and determine the fate of the candidate leaders who competing for the position of the president. With a puncture or pen marked on the candidate’s picture, these voters will decide with their whole consciousness on the candidate they choose to rule the country. As Timor-Leste is a republic democratic country, hence the election is to align with the concept of democracy that leaders are chosen by the people to rule the people for the good of the people.

Since the CNE (National Commission of Election) Timor-Leste officially announced 8 candidates of the president, the euphoria of the campaign becomes quite intense featuring the major parties and the enthusiastic supporters held convoy along the streets while the banners featuring the promotional messages for the candidates are displayed all around the city of Dili. Some of these 8 candidates sponsored by political parties whereas others came as independent candidates. While these candidates are busy on their campaign and self-promotion on various means of media, there have been many rumors, predictions and assumptions spread from mouth to mouth that the candidate A may win absolutely over the other candidates or there may be a second round of election if the first round winner has insufficient votes less than 50%. Here, the hot discussion about the quality of each candidate keeps going on in the social media, online and hardcopy newspapers and in the daily interaction among the people all around the country.

Despite all these, there are also some people raise their concerns on how eligible these candidates are for their electability and what vision and mission they have to create a better change for Timor-Leste after elected. Until this day, many Timorese still has the concern on the Long-life Pension law, which seen as an over-benefitting entitlement, corruption keeps increasing explicitly while sectors of the economy, education, health, justice and agriculture still need huge improvement. Meanwhile, generally most of the campaigns are full of hypnotizing cliché promises and with the candidates tried to expose their charm as impressive as possible.

However, there is one of the most intrigued splashed rumors said this upcoming election already has the winner and the election is just a superficial formality.  This is, however, sounds annoying because if there is already a winner without people have to vote, and that everything has been plotted, then there is no point for people to drag their feet going to the vote center and vote. Nonetheless, hope that this rumor is just an inconsequential thought and this third Timor-Leste presidential election could successfully run well in peace and stability in the territory.

Until this week, friction occurred between the supporters of party A and Party B on the main road of Dili although did not cause huge damage. This is a pity part of the pre-election syndrome as the supporters are not politically mature enough to respect the political difference of other people. These, however, emphasize the importance of understanding and applying the content of civic education in order to respect each other.

While everywhere people start to have a concern about what will happen after the election, as a citizen, my only hope is that, the election could run well competently and fairly and that people as the voters are fully conscious and aware of the choice they made for the future president of Timor-Leste.

Dili, 17 March 2017