Monday, February 8, 2016

Nama saya di "La Ondo de Esperanto" 2015, №12


Hmm... Deo gratias! Ternyata nama saya juga disebut di bagian tentang puisi (Valora kroniko–precipe pri la poezio) dalam majalah bulanan berbahasa Esperanto La Ondo de Esperanto (Gelombang Esperanto) 2015, №12 (254) yang terbit secara teratur di Kaliningrad, Rusia. Versi siber edisi tersebut dapat dibaca di http://esperanto-ondo.ru/Ondo/254-lode.htm

Saya kutipkan separo paragraf dari versi siber majalah itu: "Mankas ankaŭ mencio de verkistoj kiel Peter Brown, Jana Cichová, Gerard Cool, Deng Huijin, Vladimir Glazunov, Adalberto Huleŝ, David K. Jordan, Anja Karkiainen, Benita Kärt, Yohanes Manhitu, Donald W. Munns, Eduardo Novembro, Darik Otira, Penka Petkova Papazova, Benoît Philippe, Eija Salovaara, Viktor Sapoĵnikov, Margit Thoraeus-Ekström, Valda Vinář kaj Ye Junjian (Cicio Mar)."

Adalah sebuah kegembiraan bisa (tetap) menulis dalam bahasa Esperanto (sejak 2006), bahasa rancanganadikarya L.L. Zamenhofyang paling sukses hingga kini. Dalam hal menulis, gagasan kita dapat dituangkan dalam bahasa apa saja, selain bahasa Indonesia dan bahasa daerah, selama kita dapat menggunakan bahasa itu dengan baik sebagai medium. Yang penting adalah pesan kita berhasil sampai kepada pembaca yang dituju. Salam sastra,

Selamat Tahun Baru Imlek 2016!


Kepada teman-teman yang merayakan  
Tahun Baru Imlek 2016
saya ucapkan Gong Xi Fa Cai
Semoga selalu sehat dan sukses. 
Salam mesra,

Monday, February 1, 2016

Rose à l’ombre

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par Yohanes Manhitu

Je vois une rose blanche,

Au milieu d’un champ d’épines énorme,
À côté d’un arbre de trois ans.

Je veux m’apporcher d’elle,
Mais l’ombre de l’arbre est très forte,
Et un brouillard noir m’empêche avec colère.

Je passe la rose avec mille questions dans le cœur.
Que puis-je faire pour la toucher?
On espère que le soleil brille encore demain.

Yogyakarta, mars 2003

Source: http://francais.agonia.net/index.php/poetry/84006/print.html

The Abandoned Canal

Picture: Global Explorer; http://www.panoramio.com

By YOHANES MANHITU

When they remain silent, they cry out.
Their silence is price enough. 

LIFAU is well-known by all East Timorese, because it’s said to be the most historical site of that part of the island. It’s the place where the first Portuguese traders arrived in 1515. It is also said that they called at the area for sandalwood trade when they were on a trip to the Mollucas. It is because of the fragrant tree that they decided to occupy the island. At the site, you will see a monument standing by the beach and beside it is an old canal that is never touched by water. The locals keep a legend about the canal until today. The names of people in the story are, of course, fictive, and only God that knows the truth of it.

One day, in the time of Portuguese colonialism, a group of Portuguese catholic priests arrive at the port from Portugal by a very nice looking sailing boat decorated with crosses. Feeling that their boat would be unsafe if it remains in the water, the Portuguese government at the port forced the locals to dig a canal through which a ship will have to sail from the shore to the foot of the rock on which stands a luxurious European style building – the governor’s office of Lifau, Oecusse. The canal that the local are digging is wide enough for a sailing boat marked with crosses to pass through. It is the rest of the crusaders who are coming to Asia.

Since the arrival of the boat, the people of Ambeno had to undergo a hard forced labour. Every day, from the morning until the late afternoon, the people work on the canal, digging and digging. The forced labourers, who used to live peacefully by cultivating their dry lands and keeping their flocks, have to spend almost most of their time digging a canal that they themselves are never sure for its finishing. It was a mission impossible they think. How can they make it possible that seawater flow through the canal? People like Maunu, Poto, Upu, Lafu, and the others must be present at the Porto Principal de Timor to continue their hard work, without any rights to complaint.

Now those people realise that they have white masters, who do not have anything in common with them. None of them is like Usif Sonbay, Usif Atoin Meto, who has been known in the western part of the island and was almost defeated by the Dutch. The new masters and their disciples bring with them new things – technology and ideology – that they introduce to the locals. The digging of the seawater canal was the strangest technology they have ever known in their lives.

Day by day, week by week, the mission goes on until the labourers are certain that what they were doing is absolutely impossible: sea water will never flow through the canal and certainly no sailing boat will sail to the port at the foot of the hill.

One day, after working for a half day, the labourers whisper among them secretly to discuss something very important. After their hard day, they meet at Juniuk’s house at night. Juniuk is a tall tough half-aged man with little moustache and sharp eyes. He has been called and punished by the whites several times because of defending the other labourers. He might have been blacklisted.

“My brothers, it is now clear that we have been wasting time and almost most of our lives for this impossible hard work”, said Juniuk, “we have to get rid of it immediately. I hope you all would agree with me to take strong action against the whites”.

“Yes, my dear brother. It is time to put an end to this burden. I definitively agree with our brother Juniuk. What he has just said is absolutely true. What about the others?”, said Am Poto.

The other participants at the secret meeting, like Sufa and Poto, who are from Tulaika, and Seko, who is from Mahata, near the border with Timor-Dutch, think for some minutes and they say, “We all agree with both of you and ready to take any action at any time”.

Fortunately, all of the forced labourers agree to put an end to the work. In the beginning, some were too afraid to get involved because they had foreseen what kind of punishment they would face. What will happen to their families, if they are punished? But because they were too afraid of being called betrayers, they finally agree with their friends.

That night, Juniuk and his companions did not manage to decide how they will act because they are too tired and have to go to bed. Besides, they are working again the next morning. So, they promise to meet again the next evening at the same place with better security. The enemies must never know the crucial meeting.

When the sun has set beautifully, leaving a golden light in the west of the port, and the cocks and wild birds have found a place to pass the night, the poor Timorese labourers walk in the dark towards Juniuk’s house. That night they successfully decide something that will always be remembered by many people as a legend, at least by the later generations of this part of the island. They have agreed to cut off the head of the priest whose boat will never sail through the canal.

“Because of the boat of the white priests we have to leave our families, rice fields, and have almost sacrificed our lives here. He has to pay all this pain”, said Juniuk.

The participants, as usual, do not change their minds, because, in their opinions, it is worth doing. It is the precious moment to defend themselves or more preciously to free themselves from the chains of colonialism.

That afternoon, when a white priest come alone to see the canal, the furious people kidnap him and take him the bush, away from his white comrades. There, they take his life away by separating his head from his body. It is really a tragic moment. The beach, the rocky hills, and the tamarind trees are the speechless eyewitnesses of this murder.

As many people believe that every padre is holy and is a man of God, those men want to prove whether or not it is true. Seko takes a piece of black cloth that he has prepared and wraps a brown rock hold by Juniuk. Am Kelu, the oldest of them, says some magic words in a deep voice: “If it is true that you are a holy person, a man of God, let the stone that we wrap resemble to your face and head”. No-one will believe that soon their prayer is answered. There comes a miracle from heaven, the black rock turns to the face and head of the priest.

The head-like rock is then put under a tamarind tree. Around it there are stones forming a cemetery. Nobody knows who started visiting and lighting candles at that place. Years later, the priest’s (?) bones are found and then put in a glass box, just next to the ruins of the governor’s office.

After the murder of the Portuguese priest, the digging of the canal seems to be completely stopped. I never hear the story about what happened to the murderers’ lives after that murder. Did the Portuguese sentence them to death?

Despite the incident, the Portuguese continued their occupation in the region until they were forced to leave the port and the enclave and moved to Dili. But, there is something important to bear in mind is that they always claim the region part of their land. It might be the reason why during the Indonesian era, Oecusse (Ambeno) was a district of East Timor and now after its independence, it remains part of East Timor, despite its geographical status as part of West Timor.

Yogyakarta, 10th June 2002
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For your information. This writing was originally available at http://www.geocities.ws/johnmanhitu2001/THE_ABANDONED_CANAL.html, but later, it was published in PDF by Past Masters International at http://www.pastmasters.net/uploads/2/6/7/5/26751978/the_abandoned_canal_-_lifau_oecussi.pdf.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Sekadar Hiburan Linguistik

      1. Ember, eike soraya perucha. Memang, saya sakit perut.
      2. Capsus kesindang! Juwana idrus. Cepat ke sini! Hujan deras.
      3. Titi Dj, ada pere himalaya. Hati-hati di jalan, ada perempuan hilang.
      4. Nanda kanua piur cacamarica naspro. Nanti kamu pergi mencari nasi.
      5. Jijay markijay! Kanua organ sekong. Jijik! Kamu orang sakit.
      6. Kanua gilingan! Mawar hamidah? Kamu gila! Mau hamil?
      7. Wanda hamidah jali-jali. Wanita hamil jalan-jalan.
      Kalimat-kalimat di atas sengaja saya susun berdasarkan daftar kata "bahasa waria" semata-mata untuk hiburan linguistik. Siapa tahu bisa menjadi bahan riset yang menarik. Bahasa manusia memang unik. Ia dapat tercipta begitu saja secara mana suka, sesuai dengan kebutuhan. Baca lebih lanjut di http://www.beritaunik.net dan http://www.sooperboy.com.

      (Berbah, Yogyakarta, 29 Januari 2016)

      "Pintar Berbahasa Arab" (Buku 1) oleh Misray Tunliu


      Selamat kepada Bung Misray Tunliu atas terbitnya buku "Pintar Berbahasa Arab (Buku 1)"! Buku pelajaran bahasa Arab ini ditulis oleh seorang putra Timor-Dawan yang lahir di Oehala, sebuah dusun di Kabupaten Timor Tengah Selatan (TTS), Nusa Tenggara Timur (NTT). Penulis pernah mengenyam pendidikan bahasa Arab di Sana, Yaman, Timur Tengah. Salam budaya,
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