VIVA SR STO NINO!

Today, we are celebrating the 799th year of our Sto Nino Festival in Kalibo, Aklan. Our Ati-atihan Festival, though not being highlighted that much compared to other events- is actually the 'Mother of All Festivals.'

Yes- we started it all.

I remember my grandmother telling me before that even during the Japanese occupation- our town continued to celebrate the traditional Sto Nino Festival. Yes, not even the World War II was able to stop the Aklanons in giving honor to the Child Jesus. 

A few years ago, a friend of mine made this comment while we were strolling the town plaza amidst the drums and street-dancing.

"This is why we Aklanons are such good dancers. Even the kanto boys can dance!"

Which was true. Find anyone who grew up in Aklan, especially in Kalibo- beat the drums and you could see him/her swaying... or at least moving to the beat. Add a lyre and you'll see some dance steps.

It comes out naturally- you know- our dance skills. Most of us grew up surrounded by drums and lyre. It is part of our tradition and our culture. We dance to honor our Sto Nino. We could dance everyday for two weeks and it's not even enough. 

Viva Sr Sto Nino! Viva! Hala Bira! Hala Bira! Viva!

I practically grew up chanting 'Viva Kay Sr Sto Nino Viva! Hala bira' while street-dancing. It was already a way of life- we do it every third week of January (third Sunday). 

I feel bad that I cannot join my family and friends in celebrating our festival this year. It breaks my heart that I am here in Manila and they are in Kalibo- keeping up with our traditional Ati-atihan Festival. 

I may not be there to see the 799th festival. But I promise to be at the 800th Sto Nino Festival in Kalibo.

And that's a vow.