Friday, November 03, 2006

datu

FIRST ENCOUNTER

Mahayag.
Brgy. St. Peter.

Malaybalay City
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That is where we first met. He stood out from the rest of the people in the community as he was the only one garbed in a traditional Bukidnon vest and datu headgear. His wife was equally noticeable adorned with the many colorful beaded necklaces, bracelets and earrings.

The several times I visited their sitio, they were always together. I found it sweet when they would walk together to the barangay hall to be present in the activities our partner organization there would prepare. Both hardly understood Cebuano, and could only speak their native language. But their presence were always felt.

And when he spoke, though I hardly understood the words, I could feel the spirit of his message inspiring me and other people present as well.

I only knew him as Datu.*****
HIS PLEA TO THE YOUNG

He was asked to address the crowd after the so-called VIPs from World Bank, the Japanese Embassy and other funders, gave their speeches. Again, he could not be understood as he spoke in Binukid. Somebody was to interpret him afterwards. But while he spoke, I could decipher some words. He was apologizing for not understanding or speaking Cebuano, Tagalog or English. And somewhere in the middle, he was talking about education and that the young IPs must take advantage of it. But I was sure there were a lot of other things I missed.

Cristoto, a young Higaonon from Agusan del Sur, translated for him. Datu had said some of the things I understood and more. He told the story of his youth when he was not able to go to school because his parents would not let him. School was something to be feared, as well as mingling with lowlanders. And how he wished that we has able to study, even for just the simple reason of writing his name. At his old age, he could not write his name. He could not read either. And if there was an opportunity, he would learn how to write. Once he can write his name, he will be happy. And because he couldn’t read and write, he wanted to go to Davao to perform the ritual because that is something any of those who can read or write do. He wanted to share something to he had even if he was illiterate. Datu also asked the young children to take advantage of the opportunity to learn, because it was something he was deprived of.

After the translation, I was teary-eyed. In a way, I was affirmed with the work I am doing. What joy it is for many parents who were unschooled that their children can write their names. That so-simple thing to us, is something that matters so much to them.

Indeed, Datu is an inspiration to me, and I hope to the Kalindogan participants as well. He is a man of wisdom, taught by nature and his experience. In a way, he knows much much more than any person with PhD can ever know.

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THE DATU CHILD

Since he could hardly understand the words from the speeches and sharings, he probably took in the experience of the Kalindogan in another way that tech-age people can never comprehend. He was most of the time, walking around the venue, observing the people and the things happening. I often kept watch of him, curious as to how he is taking in everything.

One time, during the reporting of the participants, the video cam was left on the tripod to take footages. The viewfinder was open. And there was datu looking intently at the little window where little people were talking. I wonder what he was thinking of that little silver box with people. Redg captured that moment with a photo.

He was probably the most photographed person in that event. And we wanted to show him his photos so Redg printed them out for him. When I handed it to him, he smiled like a child, happy seeing himself on paper. He looked at the photos intently, studying himself in different poses. When we told him it was his, he folded it and stood up. We presumed he was to keep put it with the rest of his belongings.

Redg also taught him how to use the camera. And everytime he took a photo, he would show it to Redg as if showing off. He clicked away, smiling at every shot he took.

The funniest, cutest moment was when we had the video conference with the IPs of Luzon. There were two screens set-up, one to show the Mindanao group and another for Luzon. During the night, there was a test run between the hosts. Datu was wondering where the people were coming from, that he peeped behind the sheets to see if there were people behind it. :)

It was great to see how people like the Datu still learn new things, and look at it with such wonder, innocence and purity.

I was glad to have had Datu take part of the Kalindogan. He showed us that there were always new things to learn. That knowledge and wisdom are two different things, and one is more important than the other. He is definitely one of the people who have made an impact on me, though we hardly spoke.


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I was supposed to post about the ritual he performed, but I failed to post a photo of it. So that will come tomorrow.

All photos except one, courtesy of Redg. Last photo is courtesy of Jerry.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

hey anj,

this was a nice read. helped me look back to simpler times where wisdom was (still) more important than knowledge. well, it still is, but sometimes, people confuse the two. I confuse the two.

anyway. hi to redg. parang ang lalim ng buhay nyo dyan. :-)

cross eyed bear said...

salamat at may naibahagi ako sa iyo. :)

kahit saan tayo, kung bibigyan nating lalim ay lalalalim, di ba? (ngayon ko nga lang ulit napalalim ang mga karanasan kong dapat ay puno ng maituturo... marahil dahil nagsara ako ng panandalian).

BabyPink said...

i like this entry. nakakatuwa ang datu. gusto ko rin siya ma-meet. hehehe:)

Unknown said...

iba talaga yung dating ni Datu... yung aura ng presence niya.

maybe because he still has many things that most of us seem to have lost. pure and full of wisdom, he was the most child-like amongst us all.

-redg

Gali Talabuntud said...

anj,thanks for sharing the wonderful experience. sayang, want to join pa naman. anyway, there will always be next time.

The pamalas ritual is indeed sacred. everytime i was invited in a Bukidnon ritual, it always left me amazed/wondered. such spiritual moment is rare. tindog-balahibo...it feels like you commune with the spirits. so deep... so silent...so sacred.

funny... bt true...i still have a dried ginger and piso coin in my wallet...given by a datu in several rituals. he asked me to have some so i may be protected by the spirits in all that i do and to where i go.

Thankfully... im still safe and feel safe...it may not be due to the spirits but i believe its from the prayers that the elders fervently hoped for me.

honestly, i really feel connected with any Bukidnon ritual...its very "christian" actually. Remember the blood of the Lamb or the blood of Christ...the sacrifice...its seem to be the same logic as what the LUmads believe. Pamalas...

and oh...the crying of the pig.... the Talaandig believs that it appeases their shortcomings to Magbabaya....

interesting.

and before i forget...the Datu...is indeed wise...for they are True PHD..

PURE HIGAONON DATU (PHD).