Dream is like the mango fruits displayed on top of a house roof
If you want to taste its delicious then go pick it
If your hands cannot reach them, climb to the roof instead
Or find a wood and make a ladder
What if the sky only has blue?
Would it remain beautiful?
The blue sky lives in solitude of its dull monotony
Then God creates the cloud to accompany the blue sky
The blue sky becomes happy with the new company
Together they spent their days enjoying the view of the world below them
But one day cloud realize that she is fading away and turn to rainfall
The blue sky felt so sad until it almost fades its blue color to grey
But then the rainfall went to the sea and ascents to the blue sky to reform itself
They met and each of them tell their stories. They finally realized that they will live together, again…
What do you see during the concert of pop music at heart of the city?
Is it the setting of the stage where the blinking lights are all around?
Is it the unstoppable speech of the host?
The native and foreign singers who sing with their beautiful voices?
The dancers who shake themselves in an amazing style?
Or, the crowds who surface like ants?
As for me. I am not only looking at these things.
Eyes of mine supposed to only look straightforward, yet they draw me to see a five-year-old boy holding a bunch of five balloons and selling them around.
Then, a father holding her little daughter buys a pink balloon from the five-year-old boy who sold the balloon. The father gives the balloon to her daughter. The little girl laughs out excitedly.
After that, a woman came along and took the little girl from her father. She kissed her daughter with laughter.
The three of them stand right in front of me holding the pink balloon they just bought and watching the concert of pop music at the heart of the city.
Now, I am the one who cannot see that concert of pop music at the heart of the city.
Largo Lecidere, Dili, Timor-leste, August 29, 2017
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
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
A good leader will point out the flaws his subordinates did and giving the advice to correct and suggest the subordinate improve thus, the subordinate can moving forward in a better way and the leader is valued for the changed he made on his/her subordinate.
On the other hand, a good leader shall not bring out the flaws his/her subordinate has and spread to the whole world because, at that moment when he/she did it, it is indeed a displaying of his/her own flaws as a leader him/herself.
(Puisi terjemahan Tetum-English ‘Se Mak feto ba O?’ Dedikasi untuk Hari Wanita Internasional March 8)
Ketika dia berjalan menyusuri jalanan
Matamu memandangnya bernafsu, kau bersiul dan panggil dia ‘Cantik!’
Ketika dia tak menoleh, kau bilang dia ‘sombong’
Jika dia menoleh, kaupun membisu seketika.
Bagai tangan yang sembunyi habis melempar batu
Bila kau ingin memujanya, muliakanlah dia dengan hormat.
Kau panggil dia ‘kekasih’, kau bawa dia ke pantai
Kau janjikan mimpi hari esok tuk menangkan percayanya.
Dalam manisnya kata, kau minta dia serahkan diri, seluruhnya untukmu.
Tapi bukanlah ini yang dia cari.
Dia butuh tangamu, untuk mendorongnya hadapi misteri hari esok
Tunjukkan padanya, bagaimana agar tak menyerah mengejar mimpi?
Kau panggil dia ‘putri’ dari darah dagingmu sendiri
Namun cintamu lebih besar untuk sang putra saja.
Kau ajari dia, bahwa takdirnya adalah melayani
Kau hargakan kemudaannya dengan harta benda duniawi.
Pada akhirnya, dia sendiri yang menanggung semua beban
Oleh sebab seorang yang tak hargai dia dengan janji cinta sejati.
Kau panggil dia ’istri’, patutlah ia takut dan layani kau sampai mati.
Kaulah pemiliknya, sebab mahar telah diserahkan
Padahal maharmu tak lebih berharga dari jiwanya, jiwa yang lebih indah dari segalanya.
Dia temani kau sepanjang hidup, dengan tubuh, hati dan jiwanya
Dengan keyakinan, harapan dan keteguhannya.
Walau sering kau lempar dan tampar dia, dengan takutmu dan amarahmu sendiri
Dengan tangan dan kata-kata tajam kau lukai tubuh dan jiwanya
Lalu kau biarkan dia sembuhkan diri sendirian
Mengapa tidak kau jaga dia seperti pohon menaungi bunga?
Siapakah wanita bagimu?
Sudahkah kau coba pahami dia dalam pikiran dan perasaanmu?
Apa saja yang kau temukan? Tanyalah!
Do not let Thou be mad at me
When Thou are hungry and thirsty
I do not feed Thou the food and drink
For my food and drink
Are not appropriate for Thy mouth
Do not let Thou be mad at me
When Thou are a foreigner
I do not take Thou to stay in my house
For my house is dirty and unkempt
It deserves not to accept Thy feet trail
Do not let Thou be mad at me
When Thou are naked
I do not give Thou clothes to wear
for my clothes is soiled and torn
It is not suitable for Thy holy body
Do not let Thou be mad at me
When Thou are imprisoned
I have not visited Thou
For I myself also live in a prison
Do not, do not let Thou be mad at me
for Thy words already enough to judge me.
VZ, Dili, March 6th, 2017