Spending the weekend clinging to me Monchies, listening to them as well as to myself, telling them what I wanted them to hear… I couldn’t help developing the itch to ask you two questions I have been asking myself. The first question is, how much do you remember things that you heard when you were a child? The second question is, how much did you hear?
In answering my own itchy questions, I realized I have nothing but not so good news to deliver. The bad news about me is… I heard a lot when I was a child. A lot means, uh… a very very lot! I remember paying attention to details. A lot of details. The worse news yet is, I think I remember a lot more than what I heard. Well, suffice to say that I can blog about them all!
Among the things I remember very well are mainly superstitions. Now that I am recalling them, I still say most of them are silly, illogical, but super-funny. One that tops all the ridiculous, irrational and nonsensical list is the belief why a child should not step over a broom. Budak-budak tak baik langkah penyapu! Have you heard of that one before?
Yeah, you’re asking why too, aren’t ya?
Nah, it has nothing to do with witches or black magic at all.
My Mom used to scold us (KaCher and me) if we were seen stepping or walking over a broom. She said stepping over a broom would make our malu to become big. And malu was the little girls term for kemaluan. Yeah! Now, can you tell me the connection?
And today I just got thinking, maybe if we were boys, Mom would have encouraged us to step over (lots of) brooms instead.
Aaahhh the broom power, eh?
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can’t remember any superstition concerning the increase of size, only the admonition of our ‘malu’ being weighted down by bricks whenever we were too lazy to help around the house 🙂