A distant grandniece who partook in the observation of the Wake Vigil of her 'mamatua' had a strange dream later that same night in her own house. In her awkward state of strange anxiety on waking up in the night she rang her mother narrating to her the dream that bothered her to the core of her entire imaginations.
There were eight of them siblings. The eldest, by rough calculation in 2012, passed away some 20 years ago. Two brothers passed on in 2011 and again, two, a brother and a sister, in 2012. The last to go, care-freelily speaking but not without reverence for parents and elderlies, was the only sister, the youngest, Stephanie Winnie. A brother to them all in his youthful years had left Penampang for Sandakan in the hope of looking for greener pastures, so to speak. A travel to Sandakan during thosev no-no years must have been arduous on the sea going Marudu vessel. It was not known as to how long since he had left home before words of his death was sent home by words of mouth. The facility of hand phone was unheard of in those days for sure.
The grandniece, the youngest of the sibling group who
do not assume the surname, Kinajil, dreamt that the dead 'mamatua' rose up from her coffin crying loudly and expressing regrets that all her children are not at ease with each other, to least interpret her cry of regrets.
On hearing such fear from her daughter the mother must have comforted her and, as she said, told her give her Mass Offerings. The mother also wants to narrate such dream to one of her aunties so that this young grandniece could be arranged given a taste of salt according to the Kadazan Custom. Featured most in her dream, according to her, was her son's wife, who, it was said, was the last person giving her mother-inlaw her liquid breakfast.
Kg. Koduntut
March, 2012.
