Ang Bakero: How a Cow Herder Became a Poet

By kristine buenavista

His violin would bleed at 2 PM. Around that hour of the day, I’d be lying on my back daydreaming about our roof flying away to take me to a beautiful beach, like a third-world version of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, where I could just nap to the sound of the surf. His violin would bleed the next day at 10 AM. Around that hour, I’d be washing dishes thinking of bubbles as snow.

All the while, I thought the old man from Dangula-an, Anilao was a musician. I wanted to touch his wrinkled hands.

Then one day, I heard a typewriter.

Pio Apil Bakero Poet - Project Iloilo

I’d stop daydreaming. I’d stop washing the dishes and would just listen intently. The typewriter sounded old and wild. Sometimes, it sounded sad, for it would sound so intense for three minutes and would just stop in thin air. Then, the next presses were hesitant.

H d ur w

I started having the courage to talk to Pio Apil when he was already 84. He is one of the oldest writers for Hiligaynon Magazine. He has a profound love for Iloilo and our local language. Consequently, he has been writing almost every day since he was 9 years old.

“Sa tuod lang, indi guid importante sa akon kung ang iban indi maka-apresyar sang akon nabuhat. Basta ako, nalipay lang nga sige-sige ako sulat. Halos adlaw-adlaw.”

[Truth be told, it is not very important to me if others can’t appreciate what I have been doing. I am happy that I get to do what I love – writing almost every day of my life.]

Pio Apil Bakero Poet - Project Iloilo

Even during the Martial Law years when Hiligaynon Magazine stopped circulating, he kept on writing. He never stopped penning down his reflections, melancholia, loss, imaginary lives and worlds. To him, it is not that important if no one’s reading the poems, the novelettes, the comic strips and the short stories he has woven. The intimacy he shares with the paper and the ink makes him feel so alive; so meaningful. And it’s all that matters to him.

“Kis-a gahibi ako samtang gasulat. Gakabatyagan ko ang mga tinaga.”

[Sometimes, I cry while writing. I feel the words.]

Pio Apil Bakero Poet - Project IloiloI remember the first time I visited Dangula-an. It was dark. Some of the trees were even breathing in the night. The breeze was cool, and there was this mysterious energy that I, the young girl that I was, could not fathom yet. Pio Apil spent most of his younger years there – in a silent, almost unknown barrio away from the main road.

He wrote his thoughts on a notebook. He scribbled what his young mind could touch. He wrote so much about daily life and nature. He spent most of those years being with cows. Being a bakero helped him and his family afford school. During the Second World War, he looked after seven cows in exchange for seven sacks of palay.

At 14, he reached grade four. At 18, he started writing about romance. At 21, he finally got published on their school paper when he reached high school.

“Waay it ideya ang akon napangaluyagan sang una nga writer ako. Isa ka bes, nagsulat ako kabahin sa iya kag guinpadala ko sa Hiligaynon Magazine. Ti, guin-publish ato nila. Nakabatun ako sang honorarium nga thirty pesos. Guinpakita ko sa iya ang akon sinulatan kag guinhatag ko man ang kuwarta bilang regalo. Ti, kami guid nagdayunay.”

[The lady I was wooing had no idea that I am a writer. Once, I wrote something about her and decided to get it published in Hiligaynon Magazine. It was accepted and they gave me thirty pesos as honorarium. I showed her what I wrote and also gave her the money as gift. Eventually, she became my wife.]

I liked that story. Somehow, I could relate to it. I could relate to this anonymity; this mystery. On the other hand, there’s a lump of ache somewhere inside me.

“Nabudlayan ako gawa sang gina-require na nga ‘computerized’ ang mga sinulatan. Makinilya lang guid ang kaupod ko sa malawig nga tiniun. Kis-a guinalihog ko na lang ang akon nga apo pero mga masako man sila. Guintinguhaan ko man gani nga mapasa ini sa akon mga anak kag mga apo – ang pagsulat. Pero daw wala guid sang interesado. Ang akon na lang sinulatan ang akon ibilin sa ila, para indi man nila ako malimtan kung magpanaw na ako.”

[I found it tough when they required ‘computerized’ version of my contributions. I have been with my typewriter for so many years. I sometimes request my grandchildren to transcribe my writings for me but it seems that they are always busy with their own lives. I have also tried imparting this gift of writing to my children and my grandchildren but nobody is that interested. Perhaps, I can just leave all my writings with them so they will not forget me when I pass away.]

Pio Apil Bakero Poet - Project Iloilo

I wanted to look him in the eyes. His eyes are now blurry, brought about by the decades and the endless hours of watching the words appear on the white sheets. Yet, his visions have remained wide-eyed. His remaining days are now spent alone, with off-white walls, weak knees, and a bit of deafness as his company. I wanted to take in what these modern times have forgotten; what I have unconsciously forgotten. I wanted to linger on that space where authentic culture bearers like him are listened to. I wanted to absorb his dreams that have gazed at the cows when he was a young boy.

He told me cheerfully that he likes being old because nowadays, he has more time for his imagination, his reflections, and his stories.

He told me he will never stop writing in our beautiful language as long as he lives.

IGSUSULAT
by Pio Apil

“Sa hagunoy sang malum-ok
nga dupoy sang hangin
nga nagapaibok sang
akon inugsulat,
ginahanduraw kong
kapintas sang
panagubilin
sang paghigugma nga sa
saad indi dapat.”

“In the blowing of the
Soft breeze
which makes my composition
breathe,
I can imagine the
cruelty of the last
words of the love
that is untrue
to the vow.”

Pio Apil won in several Hiligaynon short story writing contests. He was also a part of Patubas; an Anthology of West Visayan Poetry, 1986-1994.

Photos by Marrz Capanang.


Kristine Buenavista is the Co-Founder and Self-development Program Facilitator of Alima Community. She is constantly stalking the slow life.


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