Bengan, John B. | Elizabeth Joy Serrano-Quijano & Bengan, John B. | July 01, 2020
ABSTRACT
The first time I arrived in Malita, I felt dizzy from traveling. The winding road was worse than Kennon Road, particularly the way to Barangay Kidapalong.Before I went on the trip, my Lola Lumanda told me to watch my guard because there were a lot of people who tap you in Malita.“If someone taps you, someone who does pikpik, tap them back so you won’t get hexed or poisoned,” Lola Lumanda had told me. I remembered what a teacher I knew from Barangay Lacaron had said. There were also a lot of those who did pikpik and poisoning in Lacaron, which was why one shouldn’t go around drinking or eating anything, especially if one didn’t know where the food had come from. The teacher also said that those who did pikpik searched for any victim, especially those whom they didn’t know. They would tap you even if you didn’t do a thing to them. They grew weak if they were not able to tap anyone or cause trouble on others. Like some kind of evil power.
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