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.

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.