It’s a few days before the 14th General Election. The P117 candidate makes a strong bid for the seat.
“Segambut is symbolic for Malaysia. This is a crucial seat. When you go out to vote, remember, the nation is looking at you Segambut voters.”
The intriguing claim sets Satya off on a journey of Segambut memories – that left strong imprints, and some dark shadows.
In the Disco era, Satya’s father built his ideal house in Kampung Sungai Jerneh, a thriving commune along Segambut’s grandest landmark, its railway line. Its settlers bonded through politics, pop culture, “river meetings” and the lure of curry and wajik.
As such hamlets morphed into a skyscraper township, the railway line became an obscure prop. Waterfalls and rivers vanished or went past teh tarik shade to become the grey of threatening skies on a bad monsoon day. True-blue natives slowly compromised, relocated, scattered.
Will Malaysia Baru really care?