Master Rapper

Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!
Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!

The clapping of the hands was in unison, serving as the guiding beat. We were all in a line that was slowly forming into a semi-circle. And in the middle was the star, the entertainer rapping his heart out.

Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!
Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!

Ask anyone from our batch, and I am pretty sure that this particular scene would rank among the more memorable recollections of our graduation. His act may even outrank Ferdie’s valedictory addresh, or Edmund Fullido’s stage strut.

Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!
Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!

I don’t remember what he was saying in his rap anymore. I’m not even sure if I was able to hear him clearly at that time. But we didn’t care. We didn’t care whatever it was he was mumbling, or should I say rapping about. What we cared about was the spontaneity of the moment. It was graduation practice at the PCC grounds. That only meant that classes were already over. Exams and other requirements were finally done with. And we were just waiting for that glorious day when we would all be able to receive that much-coveted diploma.

Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!
Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!

It was that careless abandon which we felt we were entitled to after four years of toiling it in high school. And he represented it through his display of rapping prowess, or lack of it, depending on your standards and opinion. But as I said, who cared? He was definitely enjoying himself. And so were we.

Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!
Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!

After all these years, we still do remember the vivid memories. And most probably, until we have that grand reunion come our silver jubilee, this subject shall inevitably pop up in our reminiscing drinking sessions. And maybe by then he will even provide us with an encore.

Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!
Yo! Yes, Yes, Yo!

Take a bow, Master Rapper Mon Agner.