In the September holiday, I went to Jakarta with my parents. And after that we went to West Timor. We stayed at a small hotel near Roslin orphanage. The hotel was owned by the owner of the orphanage and his name is Uncle Budi. We visited many places such as the beach, villages and more. And we visited Uncle Budi’s farm and saw how big it was. After that we headed to makan ( eat) . The makan was quite a lot and the food always taste good. On the forth day we went to the beach. There was lots of sand there. Then Uncle Budi and myself went into the swallow water. For the first time I held a sea cucumber in my hand, it was slimy and very black and guess what it squits some kind of sticky liquid on me. “yucks” After we ate coconuts at the beach., we went to the night market. There were lots of food there. Then we ordered soto ayam and more. The avocado juice tastes good and sweet. I feel that this trip is wonderful and has a lot of precious memories. On the second day we went to see and visited a village. “Ahh!” forgotten it’s name. The old villagers there did not know how old they are and the children do not even know what were cars and aeroplanes! surprise? A family with more than five people only used 5 liters of water per day. And they do not even bathe! Auntie Peggy (Uncle Budi’s wife) told us that one packet of instant noodles can be shared among 10 people. Well, I would not be able to survive if I am them. You could say I am admiring them, actually I take my hats off them for their survival skills…..
Thoughts from Serene…….
” For the first time I learnt the deep and abiding truth of poverty to know and understand happinessand sufficientcy is what you have and what you don’t have”
31st Aug 08
Mark, Jabez & myself were on our way to West Timor, this is a trip that we almost could not make it as I was not able to release myself at work. God provided & made it possible, the whole trip itself was a miracle & He orchestrated every venue that we visited. We did not know what to expect thinking just to bless the Roslin orphanage at Kupang, but instead what a surprise we were being blessed instead!
My family has experienced & learnt a precious lesson in life, something that money cannot buy something perhaps we know it existed but seeing is believing, we experience the other side of life “poverty” even relating the journey brings heart aches, it’s heart wrenching to see the condition of their houses, villages, their sanitary facilities, their cooking area, their bedroom are all confined to a simple straw built hut as big as the living room of a 2 room flat in Spore, and in here lives probably 10 person, grandma, dad, mum & 7 kids, including a new born baby. Well, cant imagine how we complain about overcrowding here, to them the Timorese is a luxury to be having a proper hut to stay in, functioning in the dark when night fall is something I cant imagine, the whole household depended on a little kerosene tin container for light. The new born is happily suckling for milk with mummy, but in our hearts we know jolly well there is hardly any milk available as mum is mal-nutritioned herself, the baby look scrony & thin and because of the firewood in the hut for cooking and boiling, the smoke has caused breathing problem to the new born.
All the children wore clothes that’s worse then the rag that we use back home, having shoe to wear is a luxury. Their staple food is corn, having rice & meat & egg is a piece of cake. Water is very very precious as there is only rain 1 mth a year, they don’t bathe, brush teeth nor drink much, 10 litres of water which they probably walk 7 km to fetch will be shared by the whole household. At this point of time I understand even money can not help much in their present condition , as they need to walk like a endless trail to buy the essentials, half of the money would have spent on transport, the lack of water, food & electricity & transport seems to be not bothering them. From them I learnt wealth & happiness is not what you don’t have but really what you already have.
Giving the villages basic essentials would almost be like blessings from heaven, we would be treated like king & queen, the 1 box of instant noodles Peggy brought would probably shared over a few household for mths and here dying from starvation & illness is common, hygiene is a problem they do not visit a doctor, they do not wash their clothes as there is no water for washing, they would wear them for months before using it as rags. Sigh..I cant say more but to empathise with them & thanking God for what I already have and how blessed we are in Singapore. Travelling into the “jungle” when they say was a village takes a good vehicle & driving skill, kudos to Godlift whom handle the bus like a piece of cake. Paths which they called roads were stony, hilly and winding travelling by Jeep took us almost 45 mins, let alone going by foot & during monsoon such roads become dangerous slippery & muddy.
My main purpose for this trip is to bless Budi & Peggy’s Orphanage, someone I have not met, Budi is a pilot with SIA, he has been flying for 32 years now, I went not knowing what to expect, but truly satisfied when I return not just with their warmth & friendship but with life experience learnt from a couple who’s down to earth, God fearing and someone with a big & compassionate heart for all young & old. They truly fit into the equation of a miracle. “Prayer + Compassion = Miracle” This is Jesus’ model isn’t it? It is no wonder how God has bless them with miracles after miracles.
From Budi I’ve learnt valuable lessons of back to basics, from padi, corn, peanut planting, cultivating seaweed to harvesting, sunning & processing them and eventually consuming them. This trip I’ve seen unprocessed cashew nut, many other plants that were purposefully planted in their “green” house.
Budi has a farm which was dry, parched and barren to begin with. Thank God just the beginning of the year they witness a miracle when they saw water sprouting from the artisan well, after the manual water drill has done it’s work. When the neighbor borrow the drill for their land, no water was detected! Apparently with the water running, they are able to have a single harvest that’s sufficient to supply 3 years of the orphanage’s consumption and even enough to give to the poor…such amazing providence!
Budi was sharing with us how the Roslin Orphanage has started , simply with a trusting & compassionate heart he was forced into buying a land from a couple whom he helped to pay off hospital bills & debts. Unknown to Budi & Peggy the land that they first acquired came as a barren land with rocks & wild weeds and no one would expect it to develop into a orphanage a few years later. The orphanage grew from a little hut to a big house with a couple of rooms, kitchen, outdoor washing area, a library, a green house, generator and their very own mobile water tank for buying water from town, the orphanage now comprises of about 30+ orphans, youngest being 1,5 mths old, the older girls would then help to take care of the younger ones, the older boys would help in other chores like planting, gardening, carpentary and suning of rice etc
Each orphan has a story to tell, their family background and how they were abandon could bring tears to your eyes even by just listening to how Budi related the story of their arrival. Some of them came as babies. One came because the parents had no more money to feed the kid, another one was struck with poverty, when Peggy arrived in their house, they were too late as one child has already died of starvation, they only managed to take his brother…and the sad stories goes on…listening to these seems like a awakening call to all of us.
During our stay in Kupang, the couple has rushed out a room for us in their half completed “Homestay” putting in air-con, new bed, lighting and water were specially pumped into the toilet for our use.
From the few days with the captain I have known him to be very different from what I expected of a captain, he has no air and he treated everyone with respect. God has truly given him a big heart and a heart for the lost & the destitute. A father to the fatherless. He is visionary , has big dreams to start a school for the poor, to help the farmers, to help the uneducated & to provide English lessons for every child in the orphanage.
As for Peggy, she mothers the children and run the activities of the orphanage, her cooking is commendable, her sambal chilli taste sedap! She cooks for the orphanage and had even cook for 900 people by blessing a couple friend during their wedding…such magnitude of generosity.
Mark & myself would like to thank Budi and Peggy for their time, their hospitality bringing us to places that no tourist agency would even have packaged for us. On the whole the trip turns out to be better than what I can ask for, heartwarming and educational, I left Timor with memories and gratitude, I am sure I will be back with more friends, friends who has the heart for the lost. The journal that Mark, Jabez and myself wrote speaks loud and clear for the very fulfilling trip we had, be sure to join us next trip!
6 Sep 08 Jabez, Serene & Mark

At Changi Airport departing for West Timor via Jakarta

Arriving at Kupang ” Eltari Airport ”

the entrance of Roslin Orphanage….. the address should be changed to the new address:
Roslin Orphange, Desa Penfui Timur, dusun 01, RT 01, RW 01, Kecamatan Kupang Tengah, Kabupaten Kupang, N T T, Indonesia.
our quality time with the children at the orphanage
Jabez sweeping the floor
our regular fellowship
we have joy to share , please come
any one to teach us a new song ?
the organic chicken laid the eggs under the wood piles
this is the way how the people preserve the corn above their cooking place for preventing the insects to eat them
the orphanage’s 10 year old generator for the electricity during the black out nights
the orphanage’s fantastic library and computer room
our precious time with the children
brand new projector and love gift for the orphanage from bro Mark Lee
toys and other gifts from bro Mark Lee and his family
organic mud crab
organic mud crab ….. ???? yes so yummy
working together since young among the children
come and i will sing for you
Thoughts from Mark…….
” I have seen what love can do to change the environment and offer hope to the hopeless. What generosity and dedication!… “
I recommend strongly that you bring your children to experience the poverty and the simplicity of life. No text book or teacher can teach you the necessity of life in a rural environment in Kupang. It’s an eye opener, I have not seen poverty like this for a very long time. What strikes me most is that the people in West Timur takes things in it’s stride. I still can be happy and contended with the little that I have! The environment is pristine and unspoiled as compared to Jakarta. I would rather live in Kupang, the air is so clean and unpolluted. I have seen social entrepreneurship at work. It is driven by the desire to do something for the down and out. Especially the orphans after the war with the guerrillas in East Timur. Most of the people on the Timur Island are Christians. I see many churches being built. Roads are also being widen. Double carriage roads are also built. Lots of work are done to upgrade the infra structure. I estimated that Kupang is about 40 yrs behind Singapore. There is a lot of work to be done. Capt Budi and his wife Peggy is in the right place and the right time. Their effort have help to alleviate the suffering after the war. The abject poverty is everywhere. There is much to be done. I see effort being made to get the economy going. I pray that one day West Timor will be able to contribute to the building of East Timur and there will be a mending of ties between the two neighbours who will share the island of Timur together. Let’s all the Christians on the Timor island get together to help each other to build for the future! Wars are for the politicians and generals. Our God does not condone wars, He is interested in the well being of each and everyone of us. Hallelujah! I will be back to contribute to the building of God’s Kingdom of earth!

going back with a richer feeling in life

the well that the orphanage dug up manually for 37 meter but found no water

the water truck that God providing for the orphanage through angel friend’s help

a fully grown eagle which was found when it was small and the mother dead by the road side under a collapsed tree trunk

Jabez posing in front of the orphaned eagle ha ha ha

everything is possible when we found this this God’s sent directly “drinkable” water

because of the precious water we can transformed the unproductive land into green paddy field and made the orphanage self sufficient on rice

Budi was making food for the chicken, geese and ducts from the powdery extra product when milling the rice from the husk into rice