Education includes dancing!

In our Literacy Centers in Sabah for “undocumented alien” children we teach literacy and numeracy. These are basic skills that provide the foundation for other subjects that we will teach. However, we have also added an additional subject that we believe is important, namely, traditional dance.

I realized that the people that we were helping were really marginalized. They lost their identity when they left their ancestral homes in southern Philippines. They lost their dignity when they had to eke out a living doing the lowest menial jobs. Their kids have lost their language. And they’ve all lost hope of everything except surviving!

When we started the literacy centers in their kampongs, a little glimmer of hope was placed in their communities and in their hearts. But I realized that education is a long term investment and it will take years of hard work before visible results are seen. In the meanwhile, I felt that they should be allowed to retain an important part of their identity, namely, their traditions.

Needless to say, they had lost much of their traditions – their traditional kampongs, their traditional means of earning their livelihoods, their family structures, their festivals – in their new environment. But there was one tradition that they could preserve in their new environment – traditional dance.

When we first introduced traditional Tausug dance in the first literacy center, many little girls readily took up the lessons and excelled in it. At school functions when they proudly displayed their skills, I noticed how the parents looked pleased as their children danced their traditional dances. Since then we have made traditional dance a subject for the little girls in our Goducate centers.

Poor children at the literacy centre; two girls without parents

 “Help, please help! Your younger sister was cooking food by herself”, shouting by the uneasy neighbour who went inside the class to call up the eldest sister.

The two sisters
The two sisters

The eldest sister was 10 years old and attending class in one of our Goducate centers, learning how to read and write. The youngest sister, 5 years old, had been left alone in the house after attending the first period class.

When she went home, she felt very hungry because of not having breakfast earlier so she decided to cook. “She is good in opening the gasoline tank”, said the uneasy neighbour. When she saw the girl cooking through a window, she is very concerned what might happen – “I tried to open the door of their house but it was locked so I kept knocking but the girl don’t want to open it because she’s afraid of me but still the gas tank was open, I was worried it might be the cause of fire!”.

So the eldest sister hurriedly went home and was able to stop the youngest sister. She cooked the food for her sister and went back to the center to learn but this time she brought along her sister who was full now in stomach. “Thanks for the fast response of the concerned mother who lives nearby”, said one neighbor.

I wondered and asked “where are the parents of these two girls?” One mother who was our teacher in our center answered me; these two girls are left by their father who was working in a construction site to earn extra money not just for food but also for the release of his wife who was in jail. In spite of the risks; parents are still willing to let their children go to the center to learn just like the father of these two girls. So our teachers was giving their best also to double their time to educate the children with love so that whatever may happen; these children were able to survive the challenges of life.

Sabah Learning Centers change entire communities

Each time I visit our Sabah learning centers, I’m not only impressed with the transformation of the students but also with how entire communities are transformed.

The most marked change is seen in the community where we started our first learning center (for reasons of security, I will just call our centers by numbers rather than by their names). Two years ago, when I first visited this village it was filthy. There was garbage everywhere. And as I walked through the village, I saw ladies gambling in the verandahs of their broken down houses and unruly filthy children playing in the dirt. The people looked at me in silence and suspicion. I was probably the first foreigner to visit their community.

Last week, as I entered the village, it was as if I had entered the wrong village. The village was clean and tidy. The filthy playground was now totally cemented with nice basketball posts at either end. In that playground was the bright red school house. Around the playground, some of the houses that used to be gambling dens are now used for “spillover classrooms.” This time I saw no evidence of gambling. Some of the gambling den operators are now teachers. In fact, the principal of this 1st center used to be a lottery seller.

As I stood outside one of the classrooms and saw the little slippers of the school kids neatly placed outside, I realized that these little kids had learned the precious lesson of discipline. As I entered the neat tidy classroom and saw the kids diligently writing on their little desks, I bent over to take a closer look at their penmanship and then I heard my fellow-visitor say to me “Their writing is better than ours!”

I could hardly contain my emotions as I thought how this little Goducate learning center had changed an entire community!