Another Sweet Mango Moment
Anybody who lives in the Philippines knows or eventually comes to know that January is a month-long celebration for several provinces and cities all over the country honoring the Infant Jesus. It is the Feast of Sto. Niño. Today, while spending some time with my nephew while he worked on his motorcycle in my shop, I asked him if he attended the extra-loud festivities last night at our plaza which kept me from getting to sleep early. He reluctantly admitted that yes, he was there and he had been partaking in the loud celebrations, along with all the other celebrants of the barangay-sponsored party. I asked him if he thought it was appropriate to celebrate the Feast of Sto. Niño with a bunch of drinking, dancing and loud music. He said, “Oh no uncle, that was not the celebration of Sto. Niño. The Celebration is today!” By now, loud blaring music began coming from the direction of the seawall, one block away. As a crowd began to gather down at the pier and the loud music continued, I asked “So if this is now the celebration of Sto. Niño, what was the celebration last night all about?” He stated that it was to raise money for the barangay. I said to him “well then, I guess that is okay. What was the fundraiser for?” and he replied “The barangay needed some money so we could have the party today and tonight for Sto. Niño!” Sometimes I think it is simply better not to know these things.