in the Indonesian vocabulary.
The Jakartan dialect is only oral,
in writing, the Jakartan dialect is rarely found
but is also perfect as a language.
We need to see purebred Jakartans and hear them talk,
yes, the original born in Batavia,
they are then called the Betawi people,
my grandmother passed away a long time ago,
she could tell about the eruption of Krakatoa,
because she saw it with her own eyes as a little girl,
it was mother Krakatau, her child had not yet originated,
from the Krakatau that erupted then you could see the ashes in the city of Jakarta!
In the same place that the baby had recently erupted, about last November,
first there was a violent earthquake on the seabed in Sunda Strait,
a little narrow between West Java and South Sumatra,
there was also a well-known singing group with lead singer
to cheer things up,
but the Tsunami shortly after those earthquakes ruined everything,
only the lead singer survived the disaster,
even his wife had died,
they had made many plans beforehand,
when they are both back in Jakarta,
that was the greatest sadness for the lead singer,
that sudden tsunami came through which the baby Krakatau was erupting at the bottom,
and soon shot up,
no one could suspect they were dying,
only the lead singer survived alone.
I’m thinking about the Minahasa peninsula,
there was also a Tsunami,
then they were preparing a big party,
the whole village walked out to prepare that,
they were preparing a big party by the sea by the ocean,
every year they have done that, bringing offers to the sea gods
therefore they have ignored the Tsunami alarm and the signals,
Indonesia has all the latest devices for the Tsunami on the spot,
But they were eager to make sacrifices to the sea gods,
Therefore they did not pay attention to the alarm,
But that pilot, who is a Christian, had paid attention to the signals
He left with his passengers very quickly
He is still alive
but on the West Javanese coast there was no alarm or distress signal,
everyone was taken by surprise there,
the Tsunami really came as a thief in the night,
the authorities could not turn off anything yet,
suddenly everyone was already dead, except for the lead singer,
in Phuket, Thailand it was just as unexpected as in West Java,
I thought the worst of the children who were left as orphans
because their parents didn’t make it in their battle with the water,
or the parents who never saw their teens back because they were on vacation with other teens,
I also think of the victims of the plane crash during vacation time,
that plane started from Schiphol to Indonesia,
flew over Ukraine,
Russia blamed Ukraine,
but Russia was the one who gave the order,
to take the device down
298 people were on that plane, including the pilot and co-pilot
all dead,
I’ve mentioned about the disasters here by myself,
each made a poem on those days
I still feel the great sadness and tragic conditions!
Also that plane that flew from Hong Kong to Indonesia,
That plane never arrived,
Days, weeks and months not found
It hadn’t even landed on Kuala Lumpur
Just ‘flown’ right ahead to Australia
About the plane crash over Ukraine
denial all these years,
in the end Russia admitted,
but deliberately shoot a passenger plane,
that’s really immoral, really bestial
Their excuse? That was war zone.
Well, then you are not going to take down a civilian plane just like that
(everyone dead and the bodies there on the Ukrainian fields unrecognizable
Surely one cannot go through broken bones or splintered bones, family members
find it back?
Fortunately we have DNA, but then the bones and bones still had to
Want to be checked for a match via DNA?
three children from one family wanted to visit their Grandma and Grandpa in Indonesia, suddenly those parents no longer had children and the grandparents no longer had grandchildren,
really tragic and sad,
the whole of the Netherlands has mourned for so many years with the victims,
the victims are the parents or the children who were left behind and did not come along,
all passengers were killed instantly when the plane crashed,
the bodies were no longer recognizable,
the remains of the suitcases were still there,
because they would still come across a name or surname on a leftover label, but you cannot recognize part of a bot anymore,
only through DNA they found out who were who,
I have deepest respect for these hard workers, the specialists in their field,
after three or four long years they searched the names of the families together by means of the DNA.
You can read the correct year in my poem on Poem Hunter.
When that Tsunami in Palu, Minahasa was over,
the whole city was gone, also a village nearby had completely disappeared, nothing to be found, the village people not,
Palu airport is also completely gone,
I also don’t know if it was rebuilt or just kept empty
only God’s House,
the church was still intact, nothing broken, I now get goosebumps, say!
I still have the picture, the church still very much in between all the mess,
it also reminds me of the tornado in the USA, I don’t remember which,
but on the 8 p.m. o’clock news, you saw their church still standing, was that Katrina?
but the pilot at Palu, Minahasa, a Christian, who wanted to leave just before the Tsunami, told the people to go with his plane right away,
he had not ignored the alarm, now he is still alive.
he had left with his plane immediately and was therefore still alive,
also the passengers, immediately after the hastened departure, the Tsunami was swallowing everything here….
he was very sad about all the victims, but God comforted him,
I know that for sure….
As narrated by SFC
© Sylvia Frances Chan – All rights reserved
Wednesday 20 May 2020
Broad daylight
This is a translation of the poem
Tussen God En Afgod En Het Jakarta-Dialect
by
Sylvia Frances Chan