by Maria Bratikova

I’ve been occupying my scheds with doing (or, more properly,  going to a fiesta) Wawat since the day after the local elections. I like this tradition – it is a combi of celebrating, giving thanks and re-acquainting one’s self with the folks. It is a baranggay people thing, camaraderie, oneness, community. Going to the head of a line to get your portion of the blessings – age doesn’ t matter, nor does gender. Nor appearance. You get to chow, on a piece of banana bark. . . Or you can take it home with you. I got a portion of pancit, caldereta, adobo and bone-soup and steamed rice today. . .

The contest leading to the election is a matter of yesterday. There are no more speeches that can make a cemetary crave double sleep. No promises that are being broken as they are uttered.The succeeding days are days of re-friending the enemy, unblocking, re-frq, planning, visualising the next future. 

Every one is involved. The consensus is promising. 

It’s a good thing.