"Sinulog" comes from the word sulog, or a strong water current.
The beginning of 2014 has been precisely what being whisked away by turbulent waters felt like. Papers, projects, and other commitments have swept me up and carried me to positions I never thought I would survive.
One of those currents brought me to a random weekend to Cebu.
Cebu has been celebrating the feast of the Sto. Niño ever since 1984. The term sinulog came from the celebratory dance ritual that was likened to the movement of the Pahina River.
The native Cebuanos originally used the sinulog to honor their anitos. Yet upon the arrival of the Sto. Niño from the first Spanish conquistadors, it eventually became their way of revering the figure.
Meet my dormie, Gaby, everyone! :) She, along with her sister Ate Meg and Tita Carol, adopted me for the weekend stay. Nothing like good company to make a random trip worthwhile I must say. ^________^
On my visit, I found that there were different reasons why people join the current of Sinulog. Aside from those devote in the tradition, some people see it as an opportunity to convene as a community.
Others make it a point to lavishly represent their regions by showcasing their local specialties in the parade.
Meanwhile, for younger tourists, it’s colored with the chance to throw beer and paint at random strangers while shouting “VIVA PIT SEÑOR!!!” at the top of their lungs. (Gaby and I were still clean at the time these photos where taken because it was still pretty early. Hello to our touristy shot and a cranky little merman nwnU no shaaaame)
Although this trip left me rather confused on why I ended up there in the first place, I realized that it was my way of understanding why I’ve allowed myself to stay in the current of my own waters. (baaaam, deep insight)
Having the chance to step outside from the rush helped me analyze the nature of how currents in life work.
Some choose to anchor their beliefs on the ever changing current. Perhaps because it is sure to take you somewhere, but not necessarily where you’re supposed to go. Some, in the process of falling into the waters, learn to overcome the shock of how icy and harsh this environment is. Instead of being drawn by the current mindlessly, they establish a reason why they willingly submerged themselves to the turbulence. Why it is necessary, although hard.
I suppose I can be accused of thinking too much into this, of why Sinulog has stemmed into different celebrations that are devoid of why it originally sprung.
But I suppose people who recognize the strength and purpose of the current are also those who eventually realize the true beauty in it.
Thank you for the lovely (albeit brief) memories, Cebu. :)