Karibal ni Tito Donnie

One lonely night, the prince bird decided to fly away from his grand cage. With no particular direction, he asked a fellow bird working at another fast food chain if he can drop by at his villa and stay for the night.

As the other bird saw the tears on the prince bird’s eyes, he felt pity and decided to cancel his previously arranged appointment, trying with all his might to comfort him.

The prince bird wasted no time, he poured his heart out. He had a litany of heartaches that two cans of Pepsi were not good enough. So the other bird opened the last litter of “sadike” wine (home made concoction) from his ref if only to play a Good Samaritan to such loneliness.

The other bird would have been excited at the prospect of learning the exploits of the prince bird, how comfortable living his life at the grand cage must be, but instead what he discovered shocked him to the bones.

In his disbelief he narrated the events by writing an e-mail to “yours-truly” with the intent of letting the readers know how the likes of Tito Donnie manage to appear “kawawa” or victim of hustling by young boys in Saudi while his kinds do their most repulsive scenes.

But the sordid details are so long and some of the description abhorrent, that I will try to encapsulate the story using my own words.

It all probably started with the notebook issue. No, it’s not a spiral or catleya notebook, but an electronic a.k.a. laptop. Tito Donnie promised the prince bird to buy a new one so he can hand over to him the old one.

After the much-talked about O2 or PDA (personal digital assistant), the prince was so eager to finally put a check mark on that item on his “wishlist” by which, he claimed, Tito Donnie promised anyway. But the promise failed, and all hopes receded.

Since then, cold war ensued. The prince bird does his usual thing of playing innocent or “busilak” to his potential preys, while Tito Donnie literally reached out and befriended other birds. He would directly invite them to pay him a visit and do horrendous plays for a pay.

These birds, I was told, would be asked by Tito Donnie to come to their home cage, together at a particular time, get them served and entertained. But at the end of the day Tito Donnie would eventually ask them to do “thing” with one another, even right before the prince’s very eyes. Tito Donnie, as the prince bird lamented, would take in all the pleasures like only a sick mind would care to have.

And since each bird desires to taste a piece of heaven as the prince enjoys, or at take least one of the items in the “wishlist”, they would “perform” as if they are in a film.

But that is not the most detesting part. Accordingly, the prince bird is usually made to “perform” with the rest, under the threat of Tito Donnie of cutting his monthly allowances or sending him away from the comforts of staying in the cage should he refuse to do so.

And so the prince bird is forlorn. Torn with a dilemma of having to choose between taking-in-all-the-monetary-support-he-could-have and doing-“it”-no-more-but-give-up-Saudi’s-only-comfort-he-can-easily-find.

Now the prince bird knew he could not ask for “foul” for in his heart it is in silence that he can keep everything all in. He needed Tito Donnie, and he is determined to stay with him.

Seemingly, as the letter sender suggested, the only rival Tito Donnie has with his beloved prince’s love and attention is not an outsider or third party person but his own detesting insecurities covering behind the power of money.

Truly, we all have our own evil do deal with.