DOHA, Qatar — When I was a kid in Jolo, I could not be separated from my maternal grandparents whenever they were traveling. They let me go with them when they went to Bongao and Zamboanga City. That’s how clingy I was to them, most especially to my maternal grandmother, Hanina, whom I fondly called “Ina’ Maas.”
In those days, there were ships departing Jolo for Zamboanga even during the day. These days, departures are at night. Some thoughtful passengers who looked at them would throw coins. Some of them were catchers, others were not. But Badjaos have an outstanding ability to dive at sea. When they couldn’t catch the coins, they’d follow them to the depths of the sea.
My beloved “Ina’ Maas” would give me some coins so I could throw at them as well. This is one of the most wonderful memories of my childhood in Jolo and with my beloved “Ina’ Maas.”In my recent travel to Sulu, as the ship we embarked on prepared to moor on the Jolo wharf, nostalgia engulfed my heart when I saw my Badjao brothers and sisters in the sea still doing this old practice.
Afterward, we would proceed to our favorite Lawa Coffee shop where we will eat our favorite sardines with eggs, hot pandesal with peanut butter, of course, some hot drinks like coffee and chocolate.
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