Friday, March 8, 2019

*DUSUN or KADAZAN?* By Donald Stephen - President, Society of Kadazan

Extract from The North Borneo News & Sabah Times, 30th June, 1960

*DUSUN or KADAZAN?*
By Donald Stephen - President, Society of Kadazan

“Why should Dusun be called Kadazan?” I have often been asked this question and feel that it would be best for me to clarify this controversial point today - on the day when the natives celebrate their first official holiday.

As far as I can see there is no “stigma” attached to the name Dusun, a good name which has been used for many years to describe the Kadazan people of this country. The name has been in use for so long that many Kadazan know themselves only as Dusun and when using the word Kadazan or Kadayan they take the word to mean “people” and not as the race to which they belong. But there can be no doubt that DUSUN is an imported word and the name was first used by traders along the coast and by the Brunei overlords and then accepted by the Chartered Company as the generic name for the Kadazan people. Dusun means “people of the countryside”, people who plough the land. It is a good definition of the Kadazan people but it is also true that many are inclined to use the word in what be said to be derogatory sense the same way as we refer to the country folk as “yokels”. For this reason the educated Kadazans and those who have some pride to their race feel that the name should be changed to what they believe to be their true name - KADAZAN.

Many a Government official have been heard to say that “Kadazan” refers only to the people of Penampang District. Investigations we have made show that there is no truth in this assertion. It is true that the Penampang Kadazans have had some advantage over their Kadazan brothers in other districts; they have had the benefit of more English education because of the Mission which was established in Penampang and because of this educational advantage had been better able to look more fully into the original name of their race. They found that the “Dusun” were in fact Kadazan and had the courage to use this words.

To be frank, the Penampang Kadazans have seldom found much favour in administrative circles: because of the bit of education they possess and because of the courage they have in fighting for their rights they have been called “lawyer buruk” and other even less savoury names. It is the same everywhere when natives tend to exert themselves they have often been looked upon with suspicion and dislike. And because the Kadazan of Penampang and Papar (who also had the benefit of a Mission in the district) have tended to be more outspoken in what they believe to be true they have not been popular. Because of this unpopularity in administrative circles, it is known that administrative officers in other Kadazan districts have gone out of their way to prove the Kadazan there that they are in fact Dusun and not “that imported name from Penampang - Kadazan.” Much of the antipathy on the part of many an administrative officer for the Kadazan of Penampang and Papar has no doubt been subconscious, but we know it to be there.

The North Borneo News and Sabah Times of which I am the Editor, Publisher and Owner may claim credit for making the name KADAZAN better known. I say frankly that it was done in answer to a rising pride among the Kadazan people and the knowledge of their desire to be known by their own name and not by a name which they feel had been nothing but a label hanged on them, put there by others without their consent. Personally I feel that such natural pride should be encouraged and for this reason started a small corner in my small paper and called it the KADAZAN CORNER. Since then the name has become widely known and Radio Sabah when it began to broadcast in “Dusun” to use the official language, the section was called the KADAZAN SECTION.

Be they Dusun or Kadazan the people have a common link, and that common link in the past has merely been the similarity of their language. I feel that if the Kadazan are ever to feel one that common link should be strengthened and there was no better way of strengthening it than by trying to standardise the language. The obvious answer was to start with the Kadazan as spoken in the Penampang/Papar are because it is in this area that the people have gone a long way in having their language written down. I also found out that the language as spoken by the Kadazan of the Penampang/Papar area was the most understood by Kadazan in other areas.

The reason for this is obvious, with some advantage in education, the Kadazan of Penampang and Papar had more opportunity of moving about the country - in getting around they found that the Kadazan in other areas did not find it difficult to understand them. One could have picked the Kadazan spoken in Tuaran or Kota Belud or Ranau for use but because the Kadazan spoken in Penampang and Papar were the most commonly used and had already been used as a written language (Romanised) it was obvious that the best choice was the Kadazan as used in Penampang/Papar. There was no thought of favouritism or pride of place: the choice I made was one purely on convenience. I can say today that I have received letters and articles in Kadazan from Tuaran, Ranau, Bundu Tuhan and other areas and these letters and articles have led me to believe that my idea of standardising the Kadazan language is beginning to show signs of succeeding because these letters and articles were written in the Kadazan as spoken in Penampang/Papar area - to have this was in most cases simple because the language the Ranau, Tuaran and Bundu Kadazan is basically the same except for the way certain words are accentuated and the way the “r” and “I”, are sounded or the heavier accent on the “h”s.

Among the people who had been questioned about the name Kadazan is Native Chief Taliban of Tambunan and Native Chief Pinghing of Penampang. Taliban says that the so called Dusuns had always been known as Kadazan (or pronounce it “kadayan”) but that the Kadazan (Our People) were divided into various sections or branches such as the Rungus, Liwan, Tagaas, Lotud (the Kadazan in the Tuaran area), Bakud (the Kadazan in Membakut area, Bundu, Kwijau (the Kadazan in the Keningau area), Tangaah (the Kadazan living in the Penampang-Papar area) an so on.

Pinghing, who admittedly is Sino-Kadazan but a Native Chief who has taken great pains to study the traditions and history of his Kadazan people, says with some force that “there is no Dusun, we are all Kadazans.” Pinghing substantiates what Taliban goes further” … just as the Chinese have Hainanese, Hakka, Hokkien, Teochew etc. so also with the Kadazan, we have branches like the Tagaas, Tanggah, Lotud etc. But we are all Kadazans.”

More names can be mentioned but I feel that these two are sufficient to bring home my point. I will not deny that there are a considerable number of Kadazan who by virtue of circumstances outside their control have in fact forgotten their original name and when asked what race they belong to will answer: Dusun. The word Dusun has been used ever since the Chartered Company first ruled this country, and even before the Chartered Company brought with it a proper form of Government to this country: four or five generations and even more have been born into this world since then and common usage of the word [sic] “Dusun” through all these years has no doubt brought about what I consider one of the most pathetic instances in the Kadazan-Dusun controversy: there have been honest people who told me that they would prefer to be known as Kadazan but they have actually forgotten what they were. “Saya orang suda lupa bah, dan yang say tahu saya orang Dusun sahaja”, they say. It would only be fair to say that the Administrative Officers mentioned earlier in this article must have encountered a number of this “saya sudah-lupa” Kadazans and convinced that because of this the people are in fact Dusuns and not Kadazans.

The more forward looking and better educated Kadazans are beginning to feel that Government prefers not to encourage the use of the name Kadazan (a recent example is when Radio Sabah advertised for a “Dusun translator” for the Kadazan Section) because the word is beginning to take shape as the unifying influence among the so called Dusun people.

Divide and rule? We do not believe this to be true. But we know that many “Dusuns” who gave their race as Kadazan recently have been told that they are Dusuns and “Dusun” is written down in official forms where the race of the individual is required to be given. It is only fair that if an individual prefers to be known as “Dusun” that he be allowed the privilege of classifying himself as such, but on the other hand it is also right that if a Kadazan prefers to be known as Kadazan, no coercion should be used to make him change it to Dusun - or even worse to change it without his consent, as, to my knowledge has been done.

I have been asked whether “your desire to change the name Dusun to Kadazan” has political significance. The answer is simple: I have no desire to change anything; the change will come whether I desire it or not, In fact it is wrong to use the word “change” because all the Kadazans want is to be allowed to revert to their own original name. As for political significance, all I can say is that if the Kadazan everywhere in the country can be united into one solid whole, the Kadazan people will be able to be better position to have their voice properly heard, and given its due weight, and when time comes, they will also then be able to play their part in the affairs of this country in a more fitting manner. That surely should be the desire of all right thinking people in this country.


Thursday, November 1, 2018

TO REALIZE

To realize The value of a sister Ask someone Who doesn't have one.
To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple.
To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate.
To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam.
To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize The value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.
To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident.
To realize The value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
To realize the value of a friend: Lose one.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.

IT HAS BEEN AWHILE..

Have been toying with the idea of giving a fresh look on the label of my favourite waste of time, yeah the MandyNikko Collection Handmade Fashion Accessories. Have not been doing it for quite awhile as was besieged by mental-block with nil creativity. 

My creative partner in crime who used to share this hobby ie my daughter has flown out of the nest for greener pastures and am left bereft of creative juice whatsoever.. lol!  Sweetie, mum misses you... Ah, but of course as she not only took care of the quality of each creation but was also instrumental in coding and writing the description of every item which I deem so tedious.  





some of the items that we did.


Only just recently, I opened the now dusty tinker box that contained the beads and whatnots.  Then I gingerly absentmindedly with eyes still on the dang addictive Korean drama series, tried making a simple earring and then came another one and another. Seems the passion that I used to have is slowly coming back, at least for now hopefully it lasts.. haha.. Have been sending them to a rent-a -box in one of the shops in town. Rent'a-box apparently is the current rage, so why not. The response is at snail-paced but at least they do not lay idle in the tinker box at home.



So have designed a few labels but could not decide on one. 





Monday, December 25, 2017

WISHING EVERYONE A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


My eldest expression meeting her old folks for the first time in almost a year...lol! We visiting her at the big city where she resides with her family.

Kiddos and their grand old man last minute shopping.


Yours truly with friends at Christmas dinner where I pigged myself silly with all the delicious arrays of food.

Have a blessed Christmas, be safe, be happy. May this Christmas bring good tidings, prosperity, peace, hope and love.



Thursday, August 31, 2017

NORTH BORNEO SUNSET CRUISES




Throwback pictures with friends, of a charming scenery for an unforgettable evening. The North Borneo Cruise was a 2-hour scenic cruise past the islands of Tunku Abdul Rahman Marine Park, Kota Kinabalu and down the central coast gliding along the city's famous Waterfront. 







Wednesday, August 30, 2017

7 PRAYERS FOR LIFE


Sharing these prayers received from a friend... thank you and may God bless you too..


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Monday, July 31, 2017

A LESSON ON LIFE FROM DAD...



Just sharing this beautiful message received from a friend through WhatsApp which I think also received from someone. Guess it has been around but I feel it is too pretty not to share here.


...Many years ago, after I got married I was sitting on a couch on a hot, humid day, sipping frozen juice during a visit to my father.

As I talked about adult life, marriage, responsibilities, and obligations, my father thoughtfully stirred the ice cubes in his glass and cast a clear, sober look at me.

"Never forget your friends," he advised, "they will become more important as you get older."

"Regardless of how much you love your family and the children you happen to have, you will always need friends. 

Remember to go out with them occasionally, do activities with them, call them ..."

"What strange advice!" I Thought. "I just entered the married world, I am an adult and surely my wife and the family that we will start will be everything I need to make sense of my life."

Yet I obeyed him; Kept in touch with my friends and annually increased their number. Over the years, I became aware that my father knew what he was talking about.

In as much as time and nature carry out their designs and mysteries on a man, friends were the bulwarks of his life.

After 50 years of life, here is what I learned:

Time passes.
Life goes on.
The distance separates.
Children grow up.

Children cease to be children and become independent. 

And to the parents it breaks the heart but the children are separated of the parents.

Jobs come and go.

Illusions, desires, attraction, ....weaken.

People do not do what they should do.

The heart breaks.
The parents die.
Colleagues forget the favors.
The races are over.

But, true friends are always there, no matter how long or how many miles they are.

A friend is never more distant than the reach of a need, barring you, intervening in your favor, waiting for you with open arms or blessing your life.

When we started this adventure called LIFE, we did not know of the incredible joys or sorrows that were ahead. 

We did not know how much we would need from each other. Love your parents, take care of your children, but keep a group of good friends. Dialogue with them but do not impose your criteria. 



HEALTH HEALTH, WHERE ARE YOU?

Oh for goodness sake, enough of that Siti Nurhaliza song already. Someone in the neighbourhood has been spinning SN's cd for the umptee...