*Note this story is in Aklanon
Nabatyagan ko ro kaeamig it saesaeon ku siyaw nga nagaduot sa akong panit.
Nag-umpisa raya ku 5:30 it hapon. Ro hampang nga basketbol hay owa man magbuhay ag ginapauli ako it timprano ku akong nanay ngani pinaspasan ko ro pagpadueong sa baeay. Ro huni hay mahinay, apang bation nga mayad. Tumueok ako sa akong tuo ag kat hakita ko ro puno it santoe hay sayod ko eon kon ano rato.
“Wak….wak…..wak….”
Bati ko gid nga mayad ro tunog sa akong mga dueunggan ag gulpi eamang hay habatian ko man ro mga limog it akong lolo ag lola, “Kon ro huni it wakwak hay mabaskug buot-hambaeon karon hay maeayo ron imaw, apang magdahan ka kon mahinay ro limog kara, bangod ro buot-hambaeon karon hay maeapit eang imaw ra nga mayad.” Maemae ro akong kakueba kat sumueod eon ako sa baeay.
Ro puno it santoe hay una git-a pa man sa ibabaw it hueot ku akong mga ginikanan, ngani sayod ko nga hikita ko gid kon may una gid man idto nga mailaan du wakwak. Kat hakita ko ro akong nabdos nga nanay nga nagapamantaw it TV, sayod ko eon. Ro away hay nag-umpisa eon.
Nagpaeangumang ako sa pagbuoe it siyaw sa kusina, matsa kaugan kara sa akong alima, bangod siguro nga sayod ko kon ano ro akong ubrahon. Tinago ko ro siyaw sa akong shorts, ag lumingkod kaiping ni nanay, hinueat ko ro pagguwa it puea nga dila ku halimaw.
Humueat ko.
Naghilinueat ko.
Mga 30 minuto akong gabilinantay. 30 minuto asta ako hay gumuwa sa liwan padueong sa puno it santoe agud pamatian kon una pa ro limog.
Hinueat ko ag daya hay owa eon.
Asta makaron, gusto kong isipon nga habatyag it tinuga nga ako hay haum sa pagsukoe ag ro akong nanay hay indi basta-basta nga hikaon. Apang ginakilinuebaan man gihapon ako sa kada pagtueok ko sa puno it santoe, naga-eaum nga hibatian ro kanamiton nga falsetto nga
“Wak…..wak…..wak….”
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English Version
I could feel the cold steel of the knife pressing against my skin.
It started at 5:30 pm. The basketball game didn’t take too long and my mom wanted me home early so I rushed home as soon as I could. The sound was faint, but very distinct. I looked towards my right and when I saw the santol tree I knew exactly what it was.
“Wak….wak…..wak….”
The sound rang in my ears and suddenly I was hit with my grandparents voices, “If the wakwak sound is loud then that means the creature is far, but be careful if the voice is soft, for that means it is very near.” My blood ran cold the moment I entered the house.
The santol tree was right above the bedroom of my parents, so I knew I had to see if there was anything there that the wakwak might want. When I saw my pregnant mother watching TV, that’s when I knew. The fight had begun.
I raced to the kitchen to get a knife, it felt light in my hand, probably because I was sure of what I had to do. I hid the knife in my shorts, and sat next to my mother, waiting for the moment the monster would let loose its red tongue.
I waited.
I waited.
It was 30 minutes that I stayed on guard. 30 minutes until I ventured outside to the santol tree to hear if the voice persisted.
I waited and it was gone.
To this day, I’d like to think the creature sensed that I was ready for a fight and that my mother wouldn’t be easy prey. But there are still shivers down my spine every time I look at that santol tree, half expecting to hear a soft falsetto of
“Wak…..wak…..wak….”
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*Aklanon (Akeanon), also known as Bisaya/Binisaya nga Aklanon/Inaklanon or simply Aklan, is an Austronesian language of the Bisayan subgroup spoken by the Aklanon people in the province of Aklan on the island of Panay in the Philippines. Its unique feature among other Bisayan languages is the close-mid back unrounded vowel [ɤ] occurring as part of diphthongs and traditionally written with the letter ⟨Ee⟩ such as in the autonyms Akean and Akeanon. However, this phoneme is also present in other but geographically scattered and distant Philippine languages, namely Itbayat, Isneg, Manobo, Samal and Sagada.
Written by Karl Gaverza
Aklanon Translation by WJ Manares
Copyright © Karl Gaverza
Translation Copyright © WJ Manares
Inspired by a story told by Ian Quirante
Wak-wak Illustration by Ian Quirante
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