THE CRY OF A CITY CHILD
As I was born and grew up in a city,
Towards betterment and advances for me
But what a pity? To a city child...
Blanketed with all facilities,
but yet, are poor with the cultural heritage.
Dusun, even though it is my race,
but I thirst the knowledge of speaking,
for there was no guidance from my parents,
to elevate the prestige of life, that was their order,
But what so ever it is,
I decide to turn back….
to follow the pathway, my ancestors took, a long time ago…
I want to learn my exalted language, no matter I crawl….
As much as I am able to know it……
And now, I know……
That I’m way far behind the knowledge,
Because I still can’t compete with my ancestors’ language ability..…
I remember in the past,
When I was drowned by my language mistakes,
Until I was insulted,
And then I happen to think that only if….
I am not a native of Dusun,
I wouldn’t have to bear all this…..
Sometimes my heart is painful,
Due to the lack of written guidance in learning my language…..
There are still a lot to learn,
And my journey is still far,
I’m only in the middle of the pathway,
I keep remembering,
The mistake my parents had done,
Yet I know that their intention was good,
to elevate the prestige of life,
But why did they turn their back? Towards our most beautiful language heritage?
And they had been persistent with this……….
Our language is fading away…
Then it might become extinct,
Then it will be a louder cry,
The cry of a city boy,
A young Dusun native,
A continuous cry it will be…
Because our language heritage is gone.
Written by Andrew Alex (19/04/2011)
As I was born and grew up in a city,
Towards betterment and advances for me
But what a pity? To a city child...
Blanketed with all facilities,
but yet, are poor with the cultural heritage.
Dusun, even though it is my race,
but I thirst the knowledge of speaking,
for there was no guidance from my parents,
to elevate the prestige of life, that was their order,
But what so ever it is,
I decide to turn back….
to follow the pathway, my ancestors took, a long time ago…
I want to learn my exalted language, no matter I crawl….
As much as I am able to know it……
And now, I know……
That I’m way far behind the knowledge,
Because I still can’t compete with my ancestors’ language ability..…
I remember in the past,
When I was drowned by my language mistakes,
Until I was insulted,
And then I happen to think that only if….
I am not a native of Dusun,
I wouldn’t have to bear all this…..
Sometimes my heart is painful,
Due to the lack of written guidance in learning my language…..
There are still a lot to learn,
And my journey is still far,
I’m only in the middle of the pathway,
I keep remembering,
The mistake my parents had done,
Yet I know that their intention was good,
to elevate the prestige of life,
But why did they turn their back? Towards our most beautiful language heritage?
And they had been persistent with this……….
Our language is fading away…
Then it might become extinct,
Then it will be a louder cry,
The cry of a city boy,
A young Dusun native,
A continuous cry it will be…
Because our language heritage is gone.
Written by Andrew Alex (19/04/2011)