Sagoo, Project research , Education institution colonilization and wind of nigth

Sagoos dance, farewell dancing....

Long time ago,some of indonesian main food are not rice. There sagoo, corn, potato,etc. the varousity of that main food became erased by the time of the first Indonesian president stated rice is the main food of the civilization people and also followed by more political action, government rules, policy, etc, that made people eat and think that rice is the only main food that have price. Nowadays Indonesian people think that their only main food is rice and other main food that ever exist only become substitute, and people who made those substitute to main food are people with low economic capability. Like the of sago in molucas. So many long time people stop eat sago as their daily main food. Sago, especially in the urban area, only serve in some occasion and also for substitute food, no longer as the main food.

Then in the jungle of seram island the sagoo, cacao, nutmeg, clove trying to survive. The higest price, will win. nutmeg, clove, cacao, for how many rotation??? And they’ll gone, old poor land remained, that used again to growth the green oil from the palm.

On the paper, those data. paddy, cacao, nutmeg, clove. 1, 2 or 3 hectar those are paddy. Amazing, an extraordinary number in java island. And the farmer become wealthy, enough food, well educated,unfortunately all those things not happend. Those 3 Ha of paddy, use the pour seed straight system. Makes the cost higher, and add more disadvantages when government decide to send the province rice for the poor. Makes the decreased of paddy price, another cry of the farmer, those 2-3 Ha has no meaning.

On my research paper, among those respondent I choose, no more sago they have. That big tree, that so much linkage to the molucas, maybe in some tens year just remain history. tumang Sagoo, lempeng sagoo, sugar sagoo, kasbi sagoo, bagea, halua, and all other molucas food that so much integrated with sagoo, start dissapeared. Food sustainability in molucas family especially in the village, no longer exist along with the goodbye step of sagoo. One of my friend said that she had that time, where her grand ma has a special room for sagoo in their house’s second floor, and that’s so much worthy for their food sustainable. The sagoo will growth for tens years, before finally they harvest it, by cut down the tree and took all the inside part of the trunk. Harvesting of one tree, enough for food supply to a family for such long time, probably for years. Sagoo been kept in the form of tumang, it is a traditional packaging way. After they wash and made it into flour, it wrapped in the sagoo leaf plait, and it could be kept for such long time.

And those research like the singing money, like tree of prosperty, with notes ofcourse, if you are not the object of research. It’s wet of money, unusefull tools as the government always do. It’s so amazing system, money comes easily when they wants to know what happened on the reality, but once they trying to overcome the problem, money like hope for the rain in the sahara. So what it’s use to. Those research paper, reports, document, etc. just to fill the board of modern artistic building called government office, or just as the vain efforts so the officer has something to do as excuse to have their salary, legally. No wonder many people are struggle to be in that chair, government officer.

In the middle of the singing sagoo. I heard another cries. A nobel institution, education institution. Where the big fish swallowed the smaller. Foot steps on heads, keep continuing, change turn, pressed each other, satisfaction is only a rare dusty thing that kept in the silent museum not visited. Then education transformed into clonialization, that always asked for paid, unreasonable amount of payment. And just a status achievement, all mouth silence, hands binded, although it’s your heart that already in fire, tears melt down, heads spinning around, but the tax has to be paid, the satan dancing and the slavery become a fertile sweet culture. I hate them.., on white suite like angel, but their dark heart blackening peoples , are they human. satan, devil, listen…, these adam generation need no more of your temptation, we modern enough, we’ve always up date every kind of sin, new variant always implemented, it don’t takes time, we race o become the most pioneer. Iffen for such sacred place, where the light of faith took it first step. In that place we start turn off the light. On the chairs, white boards, books, the alphabet fade, regret.., why knowledge blinded the heart.

In the middle of my tougth, trying to hold angers that jumped around my head, I saw a couple of beautifull small legs, hanging in the middle of night cold air . Oh Mother , to the night wind you allowed to her, will u not guard her from the cruelty of life either.

Sagoos still dancing, and I just start to take my step, I hope could put something on you.