I remember Lebui, Silly Man of Kayan Lung
(A Memory of Storytelling on the Awa)
Te' nah Lebui, says Mok Ya,
Her eyes glowing,
Was it with glee?
O Lebui!
That silly man of Kayan lung.
Children sat enchanted,
As the evening skies bore witness,
On the verandah-awa,
Where memories softly linger,
O Lebui, that naivety of a man!
As far as that river goes,
Lebui and his silly lore,
Mok Ya voice lingers,
Though many years have passed,
A time when she told the story,
of Lebui, that silly man of Kayan lung.
Wan, R (May 26, 2026)
