Late Lament. . .

Home from the fields

Home from the fields


“Nothing good ever came of the robust financial support I willingly gave my nephew so he could get an education.” A frustrated benefactor

A story is often told of lamentations recited over wasted bygone days. “I should have stuck it out,” sighs a young mother of four. She is in the public market selling beans. “My aunt sent me the money to finish my nursing course,” she continued, “but as you can see I couldn’t very well continue going to school; I was already pregnant.”

The young man on the carabao pulling a carison told us his story. “My uncle agreed with my father that I would make a good architect. My uncle was working in Chicago at the time. He told my father he was willing to finance my education; I was already accepted at Santo Tomas University. Well, to make a long story short, I didn’t appreciate the opportunity. Easy money. You know. No problem. Money was coming in regularly from my uncle. I blew it all on whiskey and prostitutes.”

“So you quit school?” we asked.

“No. the school kicked me out,” he said with a hint of shame and contrition in his voice.

“How does your uncle – your benefactor – feel about that?”

“He has not spoken to our family since. The worst part is that my father has cancer; he’s got 6 months to live. It is up to me to support my mother and my younger sisters. Life is hard.”

We also spoke with the Uncle who still lives in Chicago. “We spoke with your nephew during the centennial. He tells us he is the sole support for the family now that your brother’s terminally ill with cancer.”

It took him awhile to gather his thoughts and compose himself. “Oh, so you talked to that gago, dull-dog, good-for-nothing, God-d@#3*d nephew of mine ha? What did he have to say for himself – that bastard – he probably lied to you like he did to me.”

The Uncle was livid. We were apologizing up and down for reminding him of his nephew and the wasted money. He calmed down a bit. “You know, I wish I could have been there to guide him. He was young and impulsive. My nephew had so much potential. But that’s history. Oh well…,” he sighed and went about his chores.

We have heard so many stories of regret, of late lamentations over hard-earned money wasted on some nephew, niece, child, kid – some kinsfolk. The intent is good but if the beneficiary is not held accountable, then, anything can happen.

SAS Ai takes pride in the Field Team based there in Tagudin. They look over the scholars to make sure they are in school studying and learning. We hold our scholars accountable and responsible for their part of the agreement:  “We help you go to school, YOU are responsible for finishing school.”