Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!



A new day.

My head aches. As it always does. Got a hang over of yesterday's street revelry. We don't have a "higante" to parade on, but we went on; we Baleten-ons love street dancing as the rest of the Aklanons whenever we hear those drums and lyres booming to that unique Ati-atihan beats. The Cebuanos and the Ilonggos just can't apprehend that. They find it "weird" that we're easily got swayed by the "rat-ta-tat-tatat" and the "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!". But it's a culture "thing". It's part of the Aklanon psyche: the sooth, the drum, the lyre and street dancing (and the carousing and the Sto. Niño). You need not hire somebody to dance to the beating of drums in Aklan. All you need is to tap their faith, awaken their hearts and beat on that San Fernando bass drum.

So comes another day with a hang over and yet I'm all set to go back to the streets. The drums beckon, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Rat-ta-tat-tatat!"

Hala bira, Balete! Viva kay Sr. Sto. Niño!

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