Stories that flicker like fireflies

I DON'T KNOW about you, but when I was growing up in my hometown Dupax, I have always been fascinated by fireflies.

I would ask myself: How come fireflies have light while other insects don't? What do they feed on to be able to have battery to produce light? What use do they have apart from giving spectators delight?

Quite often at night I would open my bedroom's window so I would be able to see fireflies flickering as they pass by. 

Quite often, too, in summer, I would spend an hour or so before going to sleep staring at a tamarind or starapple tree nearby awash with tiny and moving lights.

Indeed, when I was small and the skies were moonless or cloudy, fireflies took the place of stars. They provided entertainment, inspiration, even lullaby of sorts, especially when during the day that just passed, something didn't go the way I wanted it to be.

It was my recollection of the fireflies of my childhood -- plus the fact that children in my hometown are no longer attracted to them, and probably don't know the firefly's name in Isinay -- that made me open this blog of Dupax Stories.

I don't know how you'll take it, but I'm only too glad to share the little stories about life in Isinay country when it has still plenty of fireflies, and how things are going now that this fascinating insect is already rare.

Yes, Idong, Eteng, Iva, and friends of Isinays, welcome to the wonderfully flickering world of when we who have Isinay blood flowing in our veins lived in the glorious days when fireflies were not yet the memories they have become.