Farm Balls

With the mention of our people in the farm, I remember lots of things there. One of the things I remember that was so funny was that during April and May, the taga-Ilaya would always ask us for volley and basket balls, uniforms, or volleyball net or basketball nets. As landlords we have to provide recreational items for our people to give them boost while working with us, to help them not get into mischief (steal coconuts, or get into drugs or whatever else), and in celebration of the annual fiesta of the St… (I forgot the Farmer Saint, I will write it later. He has a dog and carries a walking stick). So we gave our farm-workers (because tenant is a word which I cannot use, if you are wondering why I am not using the word) what they needed for the upcoming fiesta activities or the paliga. After a week of giving them the sports equipments, they came back to us to ask for volleyballs. They said the balls were damaged already. We were wondering why. So in our curiosity we bought new ones and we went to the farm to watch them play. Holy moly meenie miny moo. How they hit the balls!! We were so shocked at the fierceness and the speed of their hits on the volleyball. We said to ourselves (my siblings with my cousins and I), “No wonder the balls get damaged so easily”. So at the end of their first round we asked them how they learned to hit a ball like that and where. They said they always practice during their free time at the field. And guess what they use as balls. Yup, you got it right, coconuts! No wonder heh??