Tomorrow I return to my spouse's kampung after spending nearly seven months in my kampung. Our abode is in the Midlands, in Leicester where our very dear friends live though some have died.
He's a very lucky Scotsman, my spouse. The land of his forefathers is still there, intact and safe though that security did not come easy.
This line marks the pride of the Scottish: I have withstood the shock of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.
I so wish my Tanah Air could have reclaimed her dignity and pride after the shock of Portugal, of Holland, of Britain and the rest of the world claiming stakes and the resources of my Tanah Pusaka.
But this we have in common. The people of Scotland can sing with pride :
The eyes of my sons , their bright swords are glancing.
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.
Our Police Force and our Armed Forces have done the same, like Lieutenant Adnan from the Malay Regiment who sacrificed his life and that of his brave comrades in holding back the Japanese in Singapore in February 1942.
But the Scots were proud of their sons and celebrated and remembered their sacrifice : Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave over their bloody tombs.
Malaysia was also proud of our sons, who gave up their lives during the Communist Insurgency so that the future generation could live in peace and prosperity. The nation remembers them each year , remembering those who did not come home :
Alas the Malaysian Rakyat of today, led chiefly by the 22.6 % cohort (see AsH's posting on 27 October 2019) of Malaysia's Anak and Bangsa Malaysia have decided to spit on their tombstones instead; when the ashes of the "Great Leader" of the Communist Insurrection were brought back surreptitiously into Malaysia in defiance of the law and the heartbeat of the Nation. While the Scots can sing with pride Scotland the Brave, these Malaysians who come from all levels of society, including our Leadership should hang their heads in shame. What cowards and ingrates!
In 1967, when I graduated from Singapore University, my Abah advised me to "balek" to Malaya to his and my Tanah Pusaka. But I did not heed his counsel. Finally, forty seven years later I realised where I really belonged.
But since 2009 when I finally received my Kad Pengenalan (after 5 years of waiting) almost everything that my Abah and I held dear in our Tanah Pusaka have been battered and torn by the shameful politicking and misguided and self-serving politicisation of race and rights.
"Every nation gets the government it deserves" (Joseph de Maistre).
However the inhabitants and government of Malaysia do not deserve this generous and bountiful Tanah Pusaka .
Who will find the parang kontot and slay the burong hantu, shaitan and hantu jembalang?
In his inimitable way, P. Ramlee has brilliantly described the fate of this country.
Celaka punya penyamun, Sial!
Bikin rosak ana punya programme.
Buah amra masak bergetah,
Baharu na'mengkal gugor sendiri.
"Di pechah2 lalu perentah"
Itu - lah 'akal pena'alok negeri. (From Kalong Bunga, Buku 1 oleh Za'ba)