“Our children are being kidnapped!”

Abstract

The people of Bukidnon are talking. They whisper their stories to me-in jeepneys riding, in rivers bathing, in fields plowing. One story is repeated time and time again. It becomes their theme: “Our children are being kidnapped,” they say. “Each night during the full moon, some disappear. We hear jeeps, company jeeps, driving slowly down the road. And, afterwards, children are missing.”