A Sentimental Attachment

THERE’s a kid staring down at me. Huge, clear, bright eyes. No stress to dull them, no late nights to line them with bloodied veins. I’m still in bed but he’s calling my name and telling me to come down and eat. I don’t think Ujang, the eight-year old Punan boy, ever sleeps. He’s always…

Death by Spearing a.k.a. River Fishing Punan Style

WE WERE told recently by villagers that Kg Sukang was experiencing minor drought-like conditions. Rain had not visited for weeks; Belait┬áRiver was shrinking; and there is barely enough water to properly bathe or cook with. However, it has been raining every night since we arrived. Long, sustained spells of rain lightly descend on the village…