Category: From the Ancestral Hill
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Nuhu Ponontogon – The Untold Hill That Held My Childhood
There are places that raise you—not just in height, but in spirit. Nuhu Ponontogon, the hill my father called home, was one such place. This story is a piece of my heart, a remembrance of the life I lived there—barefoot, wild, and deeply free. I wasn’t a princess in a castle, but a daughter of…
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How Being Kadazan Shaped My Voice as a Writer
Before I ever called myself a writer, I carried a Kadazan writing voice — shaped by hills, harvests, and the ache of memory. Kadazandusun — you’ve probably never heard of it.They are an indigenous people, primarily located in Sabah, Malaysia, and are recognized as the largest ethnic group in the state. Often grouped with the…
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