Meeting the Dumagats

We climbed uphill to reach the indigenous kababayans' dwelling place in Sitio Kamagong roadside. When we heard an old woman's loud voice, we were hesitant because we thought she was angry. It was Lola Marcelina, a pure Dumagat, in her normal voice.

When we entered their silong (basement), I could hardly explain the reason we came due to the struggle to catch my breath. She said, "Aba'y magpahinga ka muna bago ka sumagot (take a rest before explaining the intention why you came here)." I was quite relieved sensing her accommodation. Her daughter-in-law greeted us as well and gave a brief introduction of who they were. When I asked her about which tribe they belonged, she pointed us to Lola, saying, "Dumagat 'yan." 

Lola  went on sharing her background, way of living and struggles as a katutubo (native) living among modernized strangers. Poverty was the main challenge they face; there were times that they just add salt on their rice. Still, they were thankful and content with what they have. 

She admitted that she was observant with the people approaching her and wondered why many were interested to know about their culture. Yet being generous with the information she provided, the conversation went on. She was grateful with the people helping them. 

We asked if we could take photos of them before we left. I saw the delight in her eyes when she said, "Jamming tayo," as she invited her grandchildren to sit on a long wooden bench for a family portrait.  She removed the handkerchief covering her 80-something year-old hair for it to be seen in the picture. When she saw her own image on the camera screen, she reacted, "Ang ganda ko pala." Promising to give them a copy when we come back, we requested that they prepare a song and dance number in their own tradition. And yes, they were excited to see us again to celebrate their cultural identity as well as our newfound friendship.