It isn’t unusual for me to hear this while walking around the university belt. I’ve lived here for six years, and I’ve had the privilege of speaking in several different schools. Sometimes I remember the name of the one greeting me, but at times the face doesn’t even look familiar. Regardless, I’m always honored that someone remembers my name. More importantly, I hope my life has somehow blessed whoever called out to me.
I was more confounded by the greetings that happened about a month ago–they came from complete strangers, far away from the u-belt. I was heading home from a seminar in Quezon City. “Kuya Kevin,” a random pedestrian blurted as I walked to the LRT (monorail). “Did I just hear my name? Did I just ignore one of my students?” I asked myself. I continued walking to the LRT station, where I heard another completely random greeting. “Kuya Kevin,” said the guard as I walked up the station’s stairs.
That’s when I realized I was still wearing my nametag from the seminar.
Want to feel famous? Wear a nametag for a day.
For my non-Filipino readers, sikat means popular or famous.
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