I’ve been living here in the land of my ancestors since the day I was born, not so long before I can see this magnificent world full with mystical wonders. My ancestors have been fighting much of the struggle to raise up generations of Sabahan, which, somehow divided into ethnics. I am a mix-blood of a Dusun and a Murut, so now what have I become? A whatever? Should I or should I not to use the surname inherited by my father who inherited it from his great grand fore fathers? Why can’t I use my mother’s surname, instead?
So much mysteries yet so little we know about ourself, not to mention this homeland. So much to seek and to understand, but so little left to discover. Things have passed and gone none to be seen again, so let us dig deep what’s left to understand the past. There was a time in our generation’s life line disrupted from the track and resulting a devastating outcome, so let us rebuild that track of time to a better future for this land of our ancestor.
