Memoirs of a kampong boy # 1

I am always proud of my root-as a kampong boy. That was where I not only saw first light of life but was also where I was born and grew up! I drove home recently for the raya celebration. Driving through many places which were so remarkable and memorable to me.Masjid Tanjong Musang, a place where the old imam pronounce morphine as mofayan and heroine as heroyan!






The late Imam Lebai Talib: "belia2 mestilah menjauhkan diri dari heroyan dan morfayan'' .....and half of the people listening to the friday sermon burst into laughter! Photo below is Sungai Muda@ Singai Sentab which is a stone throw from my family house. Of course those days it doesnt look like this. The water was clearer then. It was here I picked the swimming skills, self taught. After sekolah ugama, this was the place where each of us showed the individual skills...sommersault, hide and seek, water polo etc. At no cost, no training, no fee, we kampong boys pick up swimming!


Below is Kedai Tok Chop, the only grocery in my Kampong. It has gone a bit of transformation now. For a mere 20 sen, I could buy cookies and a bottled drink...