Drunken Samurai

I created this personal essay for my subject Creative Nonfiction. In order for me to teach the concept, I do it first so that I can experience the process. Hope you like it. 

Life is a game. Winning is tough in this world full of uncertainties. Sometimes, the luck is in your hand, sometimes it slips. You need to take the risks for you to gain more even your life is at stake.  When I was a child, I played the game that might not give me the chance to see the sun shining.

It was summer of 2003. The barangay was celebrating its fiesta. For children, it is an exciting moment as they can go to “peryahan”. The place is a transient settlement of people outside the barangay who installs playing equipment such as a wheel of lights bearing numbers. This is opposite of what my cousin’s cousins, who came from Metro Manila, thought about “peryahan” which is an amusement place where ferris wheel and other dizzy- causing rides are put up. What I knew about it was it is plainly playing. I was brave in losing ten pesos a night which I got the money from my parents. It was normal.

I and my sister met one night during that time to play. I went to dice game area which your one peso can be doubled or tripled if the three dices will show the letters where you put your bet. It was my strategy to grow my money for me to join the games that need higher amount.

When I knew that I earned ample coins, I went to shooting the ball game. This game could make your money to multiply ten times if you put your bet on the right numbers that are landed by the two balls being shoot in a funnel- like can.

It was my lucky night. My ten pesos grew into 41 pesos. It was my highest winning since I learned playing in a place like that. The smoke from the lighted cigarettes did not stop me to test my luck. I was eager to win more. There was no plan of leaving early until an altercation happened.

Somebody shouted, “Si Omeng. Awit- awit nay samurai na.” (Omeng is here. He carries his samurai.) For us, Bolinao speakers, we refer samurai as a sharp, metal sword but actually it is katana. Omeng is known as a drunkard in our community. Other people were screaming and running like cheetah. When I and my sister were escaping the place, my coins went out from my pocket. I cannot afford to lose what I hardly earned. I stopped and picked up the one-peso coins one by one. What important at the moment was my money and not my life. My aunt shouted at me to join her leave the area.

I was reprimanded by my parents about what I did. I learned a lesson that I still carries in my heart today: it is all right to lose money than to lose life. Do not exchange your life with things that are fleeting. 

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