Una nga lupad pauli kanimo kag ang mga tun-og nagaidlak sa mga pakpak kang eroplano parehas kang akun mga mata nga nagahapulas sa panganod kang imo ka-gwapa kag kang mga bukid sa idalum nga nabuldos sa ngaran kang mina kang mga kahoy nga natapas sa ginatawag nga pagpalapad-karsada. Una nga lupad pauli kanimo kag dyang dughan daw mga pakpak kadyang eroplano – nagakuba-kuba indi makapati sa madasig nga pagkadura kang mga kahoy kay bisan gani dyang gugma kanimo wara mapanas sa

Working with Kikik Kollektive, a hardworking, honest, and humorous group of individuals, has not only led me back to my roots; it has nurtured me in ways that have allowed me to offer the fruit I bear back to the very community that has shaped my becoming. It has opened my eyes to a living world where art and humanity intertwine—where creation is not done in isolation, but in a shared rhythm with others who are attuned to the same pulse of righteous purpose.

During the driest months of the year, we gathered for longer hours in the sole deep well in our neighborhood. My body still dwells on the closeness of damp backs, wet hair, detergent bar shampooed feet, air mouthed with bubbles, and sitio stories between generations. We waited with our hearts, recognizing each other’s real thirst. No one hoarded. Water did feel abundant, because it was free, and more importantly, it was shared.