There is a legend I would like to share, a legend of my place where I came from. It’s one of the remote areas of Zamboanga Sibugay, the barangay of Guintolan. The legend of my hometown is not officially accepted in our place; therefore it is only a rumor.
Long, long time ago, in a faraway place, there live a farmer with his wife happily married and contented with their lives. For the first three years of their married life, things turned out fine. They were blessed with one beautiful child. The farmer had a very bountiful harvest in his farm while his wife took care of their child. But one day, El Niño unfortunately struck their land. There was too much heat and water was scarce. The crops were dying and they have no enough food to eat. Their child died for a certain disease. Because of the great misfortune, the wife left her husband hungry and all alone. The farmer was so worried about his wife. When he heard about the gold mining in the neighboring town, he immediately went there hoping to find a job but fate was rude to him and he did not qualify. The farmer then, began to wander in the woods, everywhere for he did not eat in two weeks. One day, a stranger came and asked him what the name of their place is. The farmer just replied, “Ginto! Ginto!” and ran away. The stranger left curious and began calling the place Ginto land. As the years went by, it turned to Guintolan.
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