Ah Kong's house is now KMart

Since i was a baby till 4 years ago, every year, we would head back to Muar-po, to Ah Kong's house.
127,Tanjung Agas, right in front of MRSM, before the old bridge to town.
What i loved most about the concept was that on this piece of land, his 2 other brothers also built their own houses.

Ah Kong's house was longish, from the porch to the kitchen leading to a massive backyard, housing chicken & duck coups, a dog house, coconut & rambutan trees and once in a while, a hiding place for Mr. Python & Mr. See Ka Chua. Our favourite games with our cousins were the 100m dash from the front of the house to the kitchen and back and hop scotch on the mozaic floor. The older folks, would sit around the dining table, my dad & uncles with their drumlike bellies protruding proudly, snacking and chatting, while the women of the family, busy, cooking up a storm.

As a kid, i would, in the evenings run through the gates which separates the houses, to visit my grand uncles and their families. And then run pass the last house which was my uncle's bengkel to the row of mini mart to buy ice cream (yum!).

4 years ago, the piece of land was sold, to a company. And with that money, each family bought newer homes across the bridge in different housing areas. As for us, we are now in Sg. Abong.

Our trip back this time we were told, that there's a new supermarket in town.
K-Mart Muar-po version, now stands on the ground where Ah Kong's house used to be.
It had a supermarket, a Karaoke & a foodcourt. And it's 3 stories high.

Out of curiousity, my family decided to drive to K-Mart.


Where Ah Kong's house used to be now stood the New Muar-po K-Mart


We estimated that this would be our portion of the house.
The laterite yellow road which used to house cars from 5 families is now a public parking lot.


Well at least, they kept the longkang intact. I used to play in there, and Ah Kong had to fished me out.

There is a tinge of sadness, when we left K-mart.
For progression, for a better standard of living. This can't be avoided.

127, Tanjung Agas
There once stood a home, which housed memories of at least 3 generations and 4 families (and the occasional 2 families who would be back ).