Mindanao, the Philippines’s second largest island has a veil of mystery draped around her. Feared by the uninformed but loved by those who know her true worth and beauty. This series is my tribute for Mindanao, where I’ve been crisscrossing over the years and where a part of me also comes from. I’m a son of Mindanao. In my veins flow the blood of the Subanens of Tangub City in Misamis Occidental who used to own that land, as far as the eye can see. It is from my paternal side that I have kissed its soil and breathed its air, with memories of bird and bat hunts, climbing trees, preparing coconuts for copra and just enjoying summer vacations amidst fertile fields.
Over the years, I’ve been traveling around this beautiful island, crisscrossing its mountains, plains and seas, and working in two of its major cities. It was where I found and lost love, twice, and found again.
It’s time to write about the land I’ve always loved, Mindanao.