Contributor: Badjao
“Be careful of what you wish for, because you might just have an evil curse.”
She was the villain in school. She has done bad things against everybody. And because of that, I always wished that the same bad things will happen to her someday.
And there came my “time.” I was standing in a corner when I saw her walking on the pathway. And because she bullied me earlier that day, anger triggered me to wish something bad against her.
“I wish you’ll get embarrassed,” I said.
Honestly, I meant it. Deep in my heart, I really wished that she would feel how sad it is to get embarrassed. Suddenly and unexpectedly, five minutes after I had spoken the line, a gust of wind passed. And because the wind was really strong, my mortal enemy’s skirt turned upward, revealing her legs and underwear. Her face turned really red and she quickly escaped the shameful scene.
The bully was embarrassed because students from different year levels witnessed the incident. Laughter from all the corners of our school was heard and she was then the topic of campus gossip. What probably embarrassed her most was the funny and visible fact we all witnessed – her underwear was as old as vintage and had a tear on it!
“Hmmmp…good for her,” I laughingly said.
Happy because of what happened, I narrated to my family the incident over dinner. Yes, I was happy. I was happy because I got my revenge through that.
I even told my mother that I wished for it to happen—for my classmate to get embarrassed.
I thought all of those evil thoughts were good for me. I thought it will bring contentment to me, thinking and wishing bad against her.
But my mother thought the other way. Mama did not think it was funny. She started giving sermons. She told me that I must not wish for something like that ever again. She said that it is not good to wish bad things for others. She told me my case… is different.
Her statement made me curious.
Mama looked at me for a moment, and acted as if she was done eating. She went to the living room, turned on the television, and watched. I hurriedly finished my meal and followed her. Again, I asked her.
“Because…you have a curse,” my mother said abruptly. At first, I couldn’t believe that I was hearing such a thing. She said it again and told the whole story—why and how I got it.
My mother narrated the time she was conceiving me, a witch from Siquijor got mad at her. Mama said that the bad witch told her that a lunar eclipse would come one evening and if she would look at it, the baby in her womb will eventually die.
She continued that there was indeed a lunar eclipse. And because of its beauty, she could not resist staring at it. Then my mother remembered what the witch said. The fear of losing the baby inside her filled her with terror. So she then asked another witch and asked for a remedy.
That “good” witch “reversed” the curse given by the bad witch through a ritual. The witch said I will no longer die, but I will carry a curse with me forever—a curse that whenever I speak or wish something evil to anyone, it will come true.
After Mama told me about it, I was careful of everything I say. Indeed, I have proven a lot of times that the curse is true, whenever I say something bad or evil to someone, it happens. But the curse only applies when I wish for evil things.
So, up to this moment, I control myself from saying evil or bad things. When I’m mad or not in a good mood, I would shut my mouth up and not talk at all. If I do, a lot of people including me would suffer the consequence of the curse that forever lives in me.
*Badjao is a girl.
“Be careful of what you wish for, because you might just have an evil curse.”
She was the villain in school. She has done bad things against everybody. And because of that, I always wished that the same bad things will happen to her someday.
And there came my “time.” I was standing in a corner when I saw her walking on the pathway. And because she bullied me earlier that day, anger triggered me to wish something bad against her.
“I wish you’ll get embarrassed,” I said.
Honestly, I meant it. Deep in my heart, I really wished that she would feel how sad it is to get embarrassed. Suddenly and unexpectedly, five minutes after I had spoken the line, a gust of wind passed. And because the wind was really strong, my mortal enemy’s skirt turned upward, revealing her legs and underwear. Her face turned really red and she quickly escaped the shameful scene.
The bully was embarrassed because students from different year levels witnessed the incident. Laughter from all the corners of our school was heard and she was then the topic of campus gossip. What probably embarrassed her most was the funny and visible fact we all witnessed – her underwear was as old as vintage and had a tear on it!
“Hmmmp…good for her,” I laughingly said.
Happy because of what happened, I narrated to my family the incident over dinner. Yes, I was happy. I was happy because I got my revenge through that.
I even told my mother that I wished for it to happen—for my classmate to get embarrassed.
I thought all of those evil thoughts were good for me. I thought it will bring contentment to me, thinking and wishing bad against her.
But my mother thought the other way. Mama did not think it was funny. She started giving sermons. She told me that I must not wish for something like that ever again. She said that it is not good to wish bad things for others. She told me my case… is different.
Her statement made me curious.
Mama looked at me for a moment, and acted as if she was done eating. She went to the living room, turned on the television, and watched. I hurriedly finished my meal and followed her. Again, I asked her.
“Because…you have a curse,” my mother said abruptly. At first, I couldn’t believe that I was hearing such a thing. She said it again and told the whole story—why and how I got it.
My mother narrated the time she was conceiving me, a witch from Siquijor got mad at her. Mama said that the bad witch told her that a lunar eclipse would come one evening and if she would look at it, the baby in her womb will eventually die.
She continued that there was indeed a lunar eclipse. And because of its beauty, she could not resist staring at it. Then my mother remembered what the witch said. The fear of losing the baby inside her filled her with terror. So she then asked another witch and asked for a remedy.
That “good” witch “reversed” the curse given by the bad witch through a ritual. The witch said I will no longer die, but I will carry a curse with me forever—a curse that whenever I speak or wish something evil to anyone, it will come true.
After Mama told me about it, I was careful of everything I say. Indeed, I have proven a lot of times that the curse is true, whenever I say something bad or evil to someone, it happens. But the curse only applies when I wish for evil things.
So, up to this moment, I control myself from saying evil or bad things. When I’m mad or not in a good mood, I would shut my mouth up and not talk at all. If I do, a lot of people including me would suffer the consequence of the curse that forever lives in me.
*Badjao is a girl.
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