I am an inborn Onen

I've had my elementary years in the barrio. I grew up in my mother's parents' house. That house is part parsonage and part a church. Everyday, I have to wake up early to sweep the floor, apply wax and then scrub it. Then clean the front yard ('cause the back of the house is already a part of the shore so I need not sweep it clean 'cause the ebb and tide of the water do me a favor of cleaning it), water the orchids, bougainvilleas, and santans. After that, I'll go bring the water containers and walk my way for a hundred meters away from our house to the well to fetch water. That's how my barrio life went everyday on weekdays.

On weekends, I'll gather all our used garments in a sack and walk two kilometers [with the sack on my full of laundry carried on my head] to our farm where I will do the laundry. There, the water flows abundantly and I need no clothes hangers or lines 'cause the grasses and rocks are everywhere. After the laundry, I enjoy myself bathing under the bright sun on the brook.
I don't bring shampoos then. I was 12 when my hair was on my waistline. It's wavy and black. To shampoo my hair, I would wash it with "samuyao" (citrus hystrix) [which is now used in Manzanilla-making] and coco milk. Grandma said, after drying my hair, I should not stay long under the sun 'cause it might as well bring me nits and lice.
Because of my religion [an

My reason for not going out and rather stay shut at home is, they would pester me questions on why do I have a long hair, why am I not cutting or trimming it, when will I start wearing pants and forget about my skirts and so on. Endless questions which I avoid seemingly.
Because of my religious beliefs, I haven't able to build close ties with my classmates and cousins. I have realized it just recently that I'm becoming indifferent to them. Little did I know that to survive in this world, I need to have a company: a group of people who can be with me though not for all times. It's all because of my hair and my skirts.
During social affairs, I am sometimes requested to attend to host it or just asked by

That's for the physical appearance. On the other hand, this religion also restricted me from eating the favorite-of-most-of-the-Filipino-people: "dinuguan". But that's okay 'cause I don't like it too, even at the sight of it.
Sometimes, I thought of violating all those above mentioned restrictions. But my conscience bit me each time an idea of in plug in my mind.
So far, I haven't have much problem with it. Maybe after I'll graduate, the "restrictions" problems will arrive. I just have to enjoy today while I still don't have tricky troubles with it.
What's sumptuous and tasty; what's conventional and comfortable: is strictly prohibited.
Interesting story.
ReplyDeletehi sir nice seeing you here.:-)
ReplyDeleteShould watch Zeitgeist (Old Version).
ReplyDeleteAnyway, you can serve god w/o religion.
One of the things I have failed you to ask in Misamis.
ReplyDeleteThat's why you always wear skirts pala, then you seldom walk away with Jherry and Nej. Hehe
Napansin mo pala. Yun nga eh, takot akong makihalubilo.
ReplyDeleteSo you're friendless as you label yourself? hehe
ReplyDeleteIba kasi definition ko ng "friend" kaya I can label myself as friendless. Basta, yun na yun. hihi
ReplyDeleteI listen to you guys because you are interesting. And there really is something to said sa mga tira pa sa Multiply.
ReplyDeleteI gave up all pork 8 years ago out of a choice for health. Then you realize how much of the pinoy diet consists of pork.
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