Bakla baw si brother
Gather round, because I have a tale to tell. On a tranquil day, I embarked on a mundane errand – to procure sugar from the local market. However, my journey changed unexpectedly. I wandered down a secluded path leading to a verdant valley. As I ambled down this quaint route, my thoughts peacefully adrift, an unanticipated encounter disrupted my tranquility.
In the distance, I observed a lone figure approaching, its gait shrouded in mystery. My senses were heightened. A chill ran down my spine. I contemplated this unexpected interloper in my hitherto peaceful stroll. As the shrouded figure drew closer, I noticed the fluidity of his movements. His seductive sway of the hips and the flamboyant “Salt Bae” hand gesture were unmistakable. Before me stood a ladyboy, gracefully gliding towards my direction. My initial shock swiftly turned into sheer horror. I realized the figure was the charismatic leader from the neighboring chapel. He is the same man who presides over prayer meetings on Fridays. His pious façade now dissolved into a beguiling glimpse of his hidden self.
My heart pounding, I hastily spin on my heel, backtrack a few paces, and take the path less traveled. I quickly turned back. My feet retraced their steps. I veered off onto a path less traveled. Many shunned it with a knowing dread. The sloping terrain steepened as I picked up my pace, I almost slipped. My toes are pushed against the rim of my slippers, walking down this trek desperately searching for a way out. Soon, a shanty came into view. Its humble dwelling commanding a hushed respect. I changed my pace. Tiptoeing with caution, I skirted the abode, the sound of my own heartbeats threatening to betray me. I tried to console myself that this way will still lead me to my destination. Even as my thoughts turned to the safety of the store, a shadow cast itself behind me. Someone is following me…
Umali ka kadis na, way ibagak.
Ammom pay sin essay agew ameyak manlako si asukar, way istay nasabat ko ay bakla. Paali en sak-en ngem medyo adayo pay lang. Isu nga inbagak ay bakla tan napipiko din takkay na asin, masala sala dwan mankini-kini nan siket na. Adi met garud atiddog bo-ok na ya dampak pagew na isunga say pangwanik ay bakla. Edi et umas-asideg yan, ay apay et abe di. Din mangidal-lan si kararag di fathers ed bangir ay pangimungan. Am-amo yo samet di,xa? “Aysus”, dadalasek et katalikod asak kataulis bassit, asak binmalalong sin essay danan ay igyatan di epugaw ay pandanan. Ay no choice adi, dinadalas ko ay binmalalong, estay pay mailusngi din sikik dwan sinmamdaw nan dapan ko sin sinilas kos pardas ko. Yan way dinteng ko et ay kalapaw. Asak inayaden ay lumabas ta adi madisturbo din akin be-ey iman, et basta’t kanak en, “way kaunodak sin danan adi. Dumatengak met siguro sin ameyak.” Ma-aw awni na etyan, nay kaman way umud-unod ya…ay anino di wenno?
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