A long time ago, the communities and small villages in the Philippines were ruled by sultan's and datu's (tribal chief.)
These leaders were loved, served and very well respected by their
people. These rulers can do whatever they wish and that includes the
woman they intended to marry as they can choose whoever they want to be
their wife.
Just like the status of Datu Makisig. He was already well built and
elegant even at a young age which is why a lot of maiden's by the
neighboring villages wanted to be his wife. And this wasn't just
ordinary maidens, these are the daughters of other rulers. But no one of
the maidens had captured the heart of the Datu Makisig.
One day,
the young datu visited the farthest part of his region and he spotted a
beautiful maiden. Her name was Dama. Although being poor, Dama was a
real beauty. Datu Makisig courted Dama, even showing to the parents of
the lovely maiden how much he loves the lady. He won her heart and not
long after that, they got married.
Dama made a good, caring wife to the datu. And her presence
beautified the small village of Datu Makisig. Not only that, she keeps
the datu's place neat and tidy and she makes decorations to put in. Dama
always prepare delicious foods for her husband and even to his
visitors.
"You are so lucky about your wife, datu. She's not only a beauty and
kind-hearted woman. She cooks well too," the people praises the couple.
And for her husband to have a good sleep, Dama would spray perfume on their room.
The couple had been happy for many years. But there's
one happiness Dama couldn't give her husband, a heir. And this has been
the reason why Datu Makisig had changed toward his wife, Dama. He would
no longer eat meals Dama cooks and he wouldn't come home at night on
some occasions. He barely talk to her anymore.
Dama
had been sorrowful on how her beloved husband had changed, but instead,
she worked harder to served and pleased her husband. There are nights
Dama wouldn't eat and sleep just to wait for his husband to come home.
This weakened her body. Few days later, Dama was ill.
At last, one night the datu came home, and as usual he smelled the sweet perfume his wife Dama used to spray on their room. But this time, as he entered the room he saw Dama lying on their bed, badly ill.
"Our beloved ruler, your wife was severely ill," said the healers of the village as they sit and watch over the sick Dama.
Datu Makisig felt sorry to what happened to his ill wife. He caressed her cheek, hugged and kissed her and asked for forgiveness.
Dama was so happy the datu came home. She opened her eyes and look at her beloved husband with a smile in her lips.
"Thank you for coming home my love. I want to serve you more but God wants to take me away now," she whispered to her husband in a weak voice. "Good bye my beloved datu."
The whole village mourned.
Datu Makisig repented to what he had done, as he realized he loved his
wife dearly. The lonely datu found a strange, green plant sprouting to
the grave of his beautiful wife. He took real good care of the plant and
he prayed to God to keep the small plant in Dama's grave healthy and
green.
Days and weeks went by. The green plant he was taking care of grew and prospered to be a shrub and it developed flowers.
" I thank you Creator for keeping this plant alive and verdant," he whispered. " Thank you for listening to my prayers and leaving me a memory of my beloved Dama."
Days and weeks went by. The green plant he was taking care of grew and prospered to be a shrub and it developed flowers.
" I thank you Creator for keeping this plant alive and verdant," he whispered. " Thank you for listening to my prayers and leaving me a memory of my beloved Dama."
That very night
as the datu entered the room to retire for the night, he smelled Dama's
perfume that she used to spray on their room for him to have a good
rest. It was as if Dama was there. She looked everywhere on his room to
find where the sweet perfume was coming from, but he can't find it.
And there, he can smell the fragrance again, from the open window.
And it seems like it was coming from the grave of his wife, Dama. He
hurriedly went out the yard and headed to the tomb of Dama where the
shrub is growing.
Since then, every night Datu Makisig can be found sitting beside the
strange plant, smelling the sweet fragrant flowers her beloved Dama had
left him as a token.
Years went by and
the Spaniards arrived to the Philippines. They got into the small
village Datu Makisig was ruling. And what did they noticed? They noticed
the verdant shrub surrounding the residence of the datu. As they asked
the villagers, the Spaniards learned the love story behind the flowers
which sweet fragrance can only be smelled at night.
And because the aroma can only be smelled at nighttime, and that
because it sprouted in the grave of Dama and it smells like the perfume
she used, they started calling the shrub Dama de noche.
LESSON:
"Repentance always comes last"
Values in the story: