Black Feast

Quiapo
Manila

It was getting dark but people still milled about on the street which was closed for vehicular traffic. I casually walked around with the others. Then it came, slowly, silently. People threw handkerchiefs, and shawls and shirts and had them rubbed on the image. It’s The Black Nazarene! In daytime, it’s almost impossible to touch it, and devotees would have to wrestle and shove their way just to get near it. But there it was in front of me. I suddenly had the strange feeling of being chosen as if The Black Nazarene was saying, Yes you, you’re the one!
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