2. Introduction :
CEBUANO LITERATURE refers to to literary works written in
Cebuano, a language widely spoken in the southern philippines. The term is
most often extended to cover the oral literary forms in both indigenous and
colonial Philippines.
While the majority of Cebuano writers are from the Visayas and Mindanao
region, the most recognized Filipino outlet for them, including the bisaya
Magasin, is based in Makati city in Metro Manila , while there is also a lively
Cebuano community of writers in the language which is based outside the
country, Cebuano Literature, therefore, encompasses not only thoes Visayas
and Mindanao-based writers writing in Cebuano, but all written output in
Cebuano, wherever its source.
Cebuano Literature may be traced back to several poetic forms. These included
the balak (which contains a "balaybay" or methapor), the "tigmo"( riddles),
"panultihon" (proverbs), and "garay" verses. also popular was the "balitaw" a
poetic debate that required the participants (a man and a woman) to improvised
and even sing their lines. Improvised poetry was also present in the dramatic
genre of the "kulilising hari".
3. a). Matud Nila (Sabi Nila)
They say I am not capable
To crave your love
They say you are not happy
Because I have nothing to offer you.
Love is unrequited
Is more precious than gold,
But they say it is only a waste
Of love and caring.
Never will my love for your fade.
As long as life shall last
Never will forget you
Without you there is no love.
If you do not believe
I am possessed by love,
At least have pity
I dream and hope for your love.
4. b). Usahay (Sometimes)
Sometimes I do find that I dream
That you and I are indeed in love,
Why do I keep dreaming of you
I keep dreaming of you
In my loneliness.
Sometimes I really do regret,
That I should ever be
Born into this world.
Why do you keep on belittling
The great love that I have for you,
For you alone.
5. a). Balaki ko ‘Day Samtang Gasakay Ta’g Habalhabal
by Adonis G. Durado
A habalhabal in Valencia, Cebu
A habalhabal in Valencia, Cebu
Balaki ko day
Samtang gasakay ta’g habalhabal.
Idat-ol og samut
Kanang imong dughan
Nganhi sa akong bukobuko
Aron mas mabatyagan ko ang hinagubtob
Sa imong kasingkasing.
Sa mga libaong nga atong malabyan.
Gaksa ko paghugot
Sama sa lastikong
Mipungpong sa imong buhok.
Ug sa kainit sa imong ginhawa
Gitika kining akong dughan.
Ang mga balili unya
Nga naghalok sa ‘tong batiis
Isipon tang kaugaligong mga dila.
Dayon samtang nagakatulin
Kining atong dagan,
Mamiyong tag maghangad
Ngadto sa kawanangan
Aron sugaton ang taligsik
6. a). RECITE TO ME, DAY, A POEM WHILE WE RIDE A
HABAL HABAL by Adonis G. Durado
Recite to me, day
A poem while we ride a habalhabal.
Stick your chest closer
Here on my back
So that I can feel better the beatings
Of your heart.
With the potholes that dot our way
Embrace me tightly
Like the rubber bands
That you use to tie your hair.
And with the warmth of your breaths
Tickle this heart of mine.
And the amorseco
That kiss our legs
Let’s think of them as our own tongues.
Then while we’re speeding up
Our ride
Let’s close our eyes and face
The wide sky
To meet the drizzle
Of rain, leaves, and flowers.
7. a). WHY BAO ALWAYS CARRY HIS HOME (children Folktale)
In ancient times, Bao lived on the coast. Every morning, he goes to find food, and every night, he goes to
his home.
One day, with a strong storm, Boboy was ready to quench, Alisa Alahipan, Maria Hunga, Morga Mama,
and Dodong were their homes.
But Bao's house was taken home with strong winds. "My house, please come back," he tugged in the air.
But it does not return to the air.
Bao smiles because he does not have a home.
"How can I do it again?" Bao was angry.
The next day, Bao made a new home on the shore.
One night when he returned to his house, Bao saw that his house was burned because of the dark Anya.
"My house, burned!" Bao laughed. But everything is burned.
Throughout the night, Bao is excited.
Anya approached her, saying: "Please, forgive me, I burned your house I did not want."
"I'm sorry for you, right, I made a new home." Bao said.
However, Bao is very sad. She is worried that she needs to work a new home within a week.
Bao was accompanied by his friend Lolo Manu, the eldest monkey. He asks for advice.
"Lolo Manu, good morning!" Bao's cry.
"Bao, you always visit, what about it?" Asked Lolo Manu.
Then, Bao tells Lolo Manu about his situation. What happened to her and her home.
"If that's the case, take your home better."
"Take my house?"
"Take him always so you can not think about it."
"Right to Lolo Manu, thank you!"
8. b). MANLALAYOG
The air was slick with the smell of bullets and sweat. The soldier didn’t know why he could not reach
his commander or any of his regiment, but he knew he had to be steadfast in the face of danger. He
would not abandon his mission by the emperor to claim these islands.
The cave he was hiding in was fetid with the smell of filth but there was nothing he could do about
that. The Americans came in and stopped all line of supply, he did not know what happened to the
rest of his comrades, they may have been killed, or worse captured.
Night after night he felt the creeping sense of something that was watching him. He had laid out traps
for food, and he always made sure to check them every day. He did not know what lurked in the
mountains during the night, but he was a soldier and he would face it with bravery in his heart.
He missed the coast that was his childhood home, he missed having food that he did not have to
hunt, but most of all he missed the safety of his old home.
The people of these mountains told tales that reminded him of his boyhood, tales of spirit women
with long hair. Part of him did not believe such silly superstition, but another part called out to his
soul. The soldier’s nights were filled with waiting for the long haired woman to claim him.
In this land the spirit was called Manlalayog, but whatever the name he knew what she could do to
him. The long hair draining his youth until nothing would be left but a husk.
It was a hot afternoon when the soldier found the strands of hair in his cave. He did not know where
they came from, but he knew they were not his.
Panic surged though his body, he knew there would be an American patrol nearby, and he could
throw himself on their mercy, for what mercy could he expect from a ghost? All the bravery he
thought he could possess melted away in that instant.
He ran, faster than he thought he ever could, he ran from the danger of his temporary home and into
the arms of his most hated enemies.
All because of a few strands of long hair.
9. GROUP 4
Leader: Supnet, Xonviel
Members:
Santos, Ralph Ace
Betiong, Maria Milagros
Aldave, Stephen
Palma, Christian Lee
Naduma, Jherlie
