Plain and simple | Grow where you’re planted

A few months back I visited New Corella one of the towns of Davnor. I accompanied a friend who hails from there.

While enjoying the scenery of the barrio of the town, we saw two simple folks enjoying their own conversation over bottles of red horse.

One said, “pre kun ako si Digong, sulbad jud tanang problema sa nasud… sa druga, sa trabajo, kalsada, ug uban pa.”

“Mao ba pre. Bilib jud ko nimo pre. Bright jud ka,” his partner said who already finished one big Red Horse enough to open up his brain and his mouth.

The othet kumpare also consumed one big red horse and the second one was already half the bottle.

As we took our lunch of grilled bariles, law uy (veggies soup from the farm) and tinolang manok bisaya near their place, I asked my kumpare who they were. Neighbors pre, neigbors who just harvested their little yield from the gulayan.

The two earned P300 each for the gulay they planted in their garden. That money was actually intended for rice, half kilo of galunggong and the crayons and pencils for their children studying in the public school nearby.

So, their story continued.

Their discussion was getting intense as one poke a fun on the other because his shorts were not able to protect the private parts people should not see.

“Kun ako c Digong hutdon ko ng mga instek kay ang Pilipinas di ni ila.” The other one said “hutdon nako mga durogista para limpyu ang Pilipinas.” Looks innocent the conversation of two ordinary folks in the barrio all pretending to be leaders of the country.

We were amused at the sight of the two in the barrio payag intended for serious discussion. And they have consumed three big bottles of red horse enough to inebriate each one of them.

Since it was almost 6 p.m., they walked home wobbly over the intoxication of a beer intended to down any drinker.

When each arrived home, the wife asked him about the money and the rice, fish and gulay for their dinner. Nothing. Hurot. Consumed in a drinking battle. The child said “pa, I have important requirements to submit tomorrow.

The answer was simple. It was the answer I heard many times. Why did you not borrow from our neighbor? And answering his child, he told her “ah dagko na ang lubi, don’ t go to school anymore”.

And the cycle of poverty continues. My kumpare said di gani ma elect sa purok, presidente na ba kaha?”

And the SONA of the president? The president is 73. He is old and for sure he imbibed some wisdom. Trust him to make a meaningful life as president. I am certain, the president wants to leave a legacy- that he will be remembered to have done something good for the country.

By the way I also have stopped pretending to know the answer to our government’s woes.

I just want to grow where I am planted.

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