Browsing: Stories We Grew Up With
Stories of Nyi Loro Kidul go back to the beginning of Indonesia. There are many different versions of this story: here is the version my grandma told me.
Author’s note: Due to colonisation and the affect that the white Australia policy had on my people, I did not grow up with these stories given in physical form, my “Story” has been revealed to me slowly through Dreams and visions, which, in my culture, is a form of how songs and stories are passed down via the other realm.
Death is ageless and wise
her anklets and toe rings unstained
from the slain bodies she stands on
In Samoa, they cover mirrors at night time.