A quite long day

There are so much stuffs going on here, the reason for the lack of updates. And if you are following my blog, you know that if I miss blogging in one day or two….I might as well be missing the rest of the week. I hate it when my blogging momentum is suddenly disrupted because I had a very hard time trying to get my brain to write something about what happened the past days. Maybe you noticed I am not writing long posts now as I do not have the time and I do not want to bore ya all with stories from the jungle.

So where did I stopped? Oh the email of Cecilia. After reading it a bazillion times, I still couldn’t get her point and so I just guessed what she was trying to say and I am lucky that I got it right. I was too exhausted that day because we woke up very early to get two kids ready. While Donald and I did some last minute preparation for our long day, these two had a great time together.

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We were to meet Mr. Frank that day and the members of the tribal group in the mountains of Brgy. Salvacion. Donald dropped Ella to school earlier than usual because Ate Beth said we will leave at 6am but they were still in San Frans, an hour from here, to fetch Sir Frank. Donald was beginning to get impatient after an hour of waiting. He wanted to go home to finish our online assignments but I kept telling him that we should wait. Patience is a virtue. I could have stayed there because I can wait but I gave in after four, yes you read it right, FOUR hours. We went home and I started working right away when a van parked infront of the gate. So they finally arrived after waiting forever. I grabbed the bag and Eman who was then sleeping in his hammock then run to the van in a lightning speed.
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Up in the mountain, we witnessed a baptismal ceremony of Sir Frank. The manobo tribe adopted him as Datu Bulawan.

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They slaugthered a poor pig infront of him. I have not actually seen it as it was too hot to get out of the shade with a “piglet” in my arms. But before the ceremony, we hear him speak and I was amazed at how good he is. Donald also said he is such a good man by the way he speaks. Of course not all people who speaks kind words are good but I know he is one of the few who speaks from his heart. One line from his speech that I love most is: “I work very hard and so I would want to know the list of the lazy people here.”

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Here’s the picture of him and Datu Igne Marcos, a 95 year’s old tribal leader. After the program, we were ushered to the separate room for a late lunch. Food is good and so are the people. I was thinking about Ella all the time because she wasn’t with us. We were lucky that Ate Beth’s daughter volunteered to pick her up at school after her morning class and drop her to school in the afternoon. Although she is mature enough to handle a 6-year-old, I am not used to leaving Ella to others care except for family members. After a sumptuous lunch, Sir Frank held Eman who was wearing nothing but diapers because it was very hot. He loves children and would even want to do a feeding program for the kids there and to help send them to school.

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It was not long before we left the place and went back to Ate Beth’s place for a meeting. Since Donald and I will be working for them as their secretaries (Donald and I will be working on different projects), we needed to be there. I do not know why I feel something is not right to be working with the group but we’ll observe. Sir Frank joined the group to discuss some important matters about the three project proposals and after the meeting was adjourned, Eman who was on his bouncer seat landed on his arms again.

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He will be leaving for Holland after some transacations on his different projects here in the Philippines and he keeps telling us to take care of Eman. He saw Ella too just when we are leaving. It was just a brief conversation and Ella was very pleased it was not that long because she’s afraid to speak English.
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That night I was dead tired but could not sleep. Had some strong and painful heart palpitations that drove me crazy. Feels like there’s a bag of cement over my chest and I promised myself not to spend a whole day out without a baby carrier ever again. Got to check online for gps systems
. See yah around!

Tags: Agusan del Sur, Ella, Eman, Manobo tribe, Salvacion, school, Trento

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