12/04/2025
Here’s an article where my dad talks about eggs. Haha.
When he arrived in Sarawak, Borneo in 1967, the village shamans turned their backs on him during a ceremony — not exactly a warm welcome. But he stayed for 7 years, made deep connections, did meaningful work, and met my mum that same day.
I often wonder what life would’ve been like if Sarawak had never been colonised. My family described people bathing in the river, washing clothes in streams, and gathering food together. Evenings were for stories, music, and laughter. There was a rhythm to life that felt more grounded, more connected.
Today, those jungle huts are long gone — now my family has modern homes, cars, and group chats. But their lifestyle feels more relaxed and even more abundant than it is here for many people.
Funny how both Sarawak and the UK have changed — fields we played in as kids have turned into industrial estates, and the cost of living has spiraled. But many of us are waking up: wealth isn’t material, it’s health, love, and freedom.
My parents married in 1973 — the same day my grandma died in a car crash. They rushed back to the UK and stayed, because my sister was born with complex needs. They haven’t had a break in 6 years because of problems with social services providing respite.
Recently I started getting loud about it — and my dad wrote a brilliantly worded email. It worked. This week we had a promising meeting with a place my sister used to go for respite, and things are finally moving.
Sarawak, we’re coming back — bringing fresh eggs and all!
