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Sunday Tamu in Tuaran
The early crows of the cocks welcomed a colourful and busy day , Sunday .
Indeed , the usual quiet and dormant town of Tuaran , suddenly becomes lively and gay on Sundays . People rushing from different corners of nearby kampungs , from as far as Kota Kinabalu on one end and the Ulu on the other end , swarm into Tuaran and scattered themselves about the shops and the Tamu .
It is the best day in the week for the businessmen and the hawkers.
When daylight is yet but dim , the Malay fishermen and the Kadazan farmers carry bags and baskets , trodding along bare-footed on the way to the Tamu . Amidst their laughter and chatters , their rhythmic quick paces can be heard in the quiet morning . The womenfolk retain the Kadazan habit of balancing bags of rice or baskets of fruits on their heads . This makes them look like a bevy of proud duchess sailing down the street.
After reaching the Tamu ground , they select a good corner to spread their mats. Then they arrange the fruits , fishes, crabs , vegetables etc for sale.
The Malays and the Kadazans , however , are not the only early birds on Sundays . The Chinese hawkers are just as anxious to catch the worms. As early as four oclock in the morning , the adult members of the family get up to bake various kinds of flour cakes and bean curds . Vegetables and fruits were plucked the previous day and only have to be collected from the outdoor platform to the baskets. Piling on top are other tit-bits , nuts, chillies, gingers , sweet potatoes and other farm products .
Thus they make their way to the Tamu ground.
At seven, the Tamu ground is already quite a spectacular sight . The rows of small huts with raised platforms are gaily adorned with colourful clothes, dresses , sarongs , hats, and other articles. Squatting on the grassy ground and along the paths are hawkers with their display of goods in front of them.
Everywhere sounds of different tongues bargaining , laughing, greetings , fill the place . Most ofthe hawkers put on their smiling faces ready to talk you into buying their wares.
Away from the Tamu , along the road to the church , there is quite a different sight again.
Here , the churchgoers dressed in their Sunday best, each has a prayer book or a veil tucked under their arms . They come in cars, motor-cycles, bicycles or by means of their own pairs of legs , all dreading to hear the chiming of the church bell before they have reached the church .
There is nothing of a hurly burly here.
So , at about nine , flocking into the Tamu are the churchgoers, housewives , holiday makers and tourists .
Now the hawkers no longer retain their serene and cool business-like look. They become busy and calculative.
This is the time when their baskets are emptying and purses filling and their buyers purses emptying and baskets filling.
This is also the height of business making in the Tamu.
Two hour later , the Tamu ground becomes hot and dusty. Gradually , the crowd drift to the shops and market The hawkers now yawn into each others faces and decide to make a move ( into the shop area )
They gather their remaining goods and carry the light burden to the shop area . There , they spread out their goods on the pavement of the shops, just in front of the market.
Those who come later , retire to the ground behind the market to start their business again .
This is the time when the shops especially the coffee shops , steal the scene of the day.
Shopkeepers and their family are practically on their feet the whole day .,serving the customers. Sometimes the coffee shops are are so crowded that the shop owners offer the use of their kitchen tables to serve the customers..
The one shop that sells satay is especially packed . The people consider it a luxury sit down and enjoy their sticks of satay while listening to the gossip around.
Luckily , satay is not every body's cup of tea or else the satay eaters would have to book seats in this particular shop several day before hand to ensure they have their fill on Sunday .
In front of the market , some Indian peddlers advertise their medicines for curing snakes bites .
They play their flute , dance round an evil looking bag and finally produce from it a hideous looking snake .
Then they perform their snake play .
When it is over , they recite in an exciting voice , "Ladies and gentlemen . I have traveled all the way from India This medicine is peerless.Give it a try. .no regret at all . "
The crowd about him would watch to see who among them would buy the medicine..
At noon the people gradually return home. The deserted town now looks like a tired and unshaved man. Pieces of papers, leaves and clouds of dust float about the streets when there is a breeze . Here and there stray dogs wander about..
Sunday is indeed a bright and gay day in Tuaran . It is a day of pleasure seeking and relaxation for all.
It is however a day that no shopkeepers and hawkers would relax .
Agatha Lai
A flood in Tuaran , December 1999
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