August 10, 2026

My favorite Kadayawan Festival event has always been the Davao River Festival. During the time of Davao City Mayor Rodrigo R. Duterte, we usually started Kadayawan with a fluvial parade along the Davao River, the river where it all began. It is the original meeting point of the city’s ethnolinguistic tribes, migrant settlers, and foreign traders. It was where they first settled, traded, and established their communities along its banks long before the Spanish arrived in 1848.

For several years, this event was no longer included during Kadayawan. But this year,  it is back. Thanks to the Davao Historical Society (DHS) for lobbying the City Government of Davao to bring it back.

And that is why the DHS Board of Trustees, led by President Luz Ilagan, were up early last Friday, August 7, 2026, to celebrate Kadayawan’s first official event —Subang Sinugdanan ug Panagtagbo — along the banks of the Davao River at the Tionko Football Field.

I believe this is a very fitting start of Kadayawan, especially because this year’s theme celebrates our “being one.” Davao River is the beginning of our convergence. It honors the peaceful barter and interaction between indigenous peoples of the highlands and the Moro settlers from the coast. The river was the neutral ground where diverse cultures first converged. In a very real sense, the city of Davao as a multicultural society began right there on those riverbanks.

The Subang Sinugdanan reenacts that period in our history — tribes floating down the river on rafts, trading goods, and celebrating their shared connection to the water. It is a way of affirming that before there was a city, before there was a port, there was this river, and this is where our story starts.

A city is defined by its river. For millennia, rivers have been silent architects of human civilization, yet we often treat them as little more than drainage canals. If we look at any great metropolis — from London’s Thames to Paris’ Seine to Manila’s Pasig, and especially the Davao River — we see a profound truth: a river is the city’s original address, its first trading partner, and its most enduring cultural canvas. To neglect a river is to sever a city from its very soul.

The great rivers of the world are more than just waterways; they are the “liquid threads” of our shared human story. They have served as cradles of civilizations, highways for trade and conquest, and the spiritual hearts of cultures for millennia.

The magic of a river lies in its duality. It is both a physical boundary and a welcoming highway. Historically, the Davao River was precisely this — a liquid corridor that did not separate peoples but rather converged them. Long before concrete bridges spanned its width, the river was a great connector. It drew the indigenous Bagobo and Matigsalug to its banks, not just for sustenance, but for spiritual identity. The river was an ancestor, a name-giver. In fact, the name “Davao” itself is a harmonious blend of indigenous tongues — Davoh, Duhwow, and Dabu — all trying to capture the essence of the same life-giving water. That linguistic fusion is the first testament to the city’s multicultural DNA.

But it is in the story of convergence that rivers truly shine as social engines. Consider the arrival of Datu Bago and the Moro settlers in the early 19th century. They did not conquer the interior by brute force alone; they settled along the river’s mouth because that was where the action was. The Davao River became an entrepôt — a bustling marketplace where Maguindanaoan traders, Kagan fishermen, and Bagobo farmers met to barter.

The river blurred the lines between “us” versus “them.” The Moros brought metalwork and maritime trade routes; the indigenous people brought forest goods and agricultural knowledge. They did not just coexist; they converged. And in that convergence, they built a fortified kingdom that controlled the Tagalook – the Davao Gulf. Davao River, also known as Tagalook River, turned strangers into neighbors, and neighbors into a shared polity.

This convergence is the innovator of culture. Culture is not born in isolation; it is forged in the friction and fusion of daily proximity. When diverse peoples share a watering hole, they exchange more than just goods — they exchange words, customs, and beliefs. The river was the original stage for this drama. It dictated the rhythm of life: the morning tides signaled when to fish, the rainy swell signaled when to move inland, and the calm currents allowed for the rafts of abaca that fueled early economies. The river shared the city’s calendar, its folklore, and its palate.

Davao’s identity today — resilient, diverse, and fiercely independent — stems directly from this riverine democracy where everyone had a stake in the water.

However, here lies the tragedy of urban progress. In our rush to modernize, we have turned our backs on the river that gave us life. We forgot that the river is not our enemy but our guardian. Look at the modern challenges facing the Davao River — pollution, siltation, and devastating floods. These are not natural disasters. They are symptoms of a broken relationship.

When we treat the river as a garbage dump or an obstacle, we degrade the very space where our ancestors forged our identity. We lose the physical anchor of our collective memory.

Let our Kadayawan celebration be a call to action to save our Davao River. Because a city that ignores its river is a city that has lost its mirror.

Urban growth must not be a zero-sum game against our waterways. We need to look at the Thames in London, which was declared “biologically dead” in the 1950s but is now teeming with marine life. For much of the 20th century, Parisians were cut off from their river Seine. Industrial waste and untreated sewage made it a health hazard, leading to a ban on swimming in 1923. But in a monumental effort, the city poured 1.4 billion euros into cleaning the Seine, a project accelerated by the 2024 Olympics. After more than a century, Parisians can now swim in the Seine again. They did not just restore water; they restored civic pride.

For Davao, and for any city blessed with a great river, the path forward is simple but demanding. We must decolonize our view of the river. We need to stop seeing it as a resource to be extracted and start seeing it as a village elder and adviser of the city government. We do not conquer the river, but converse with it and seek its wisdom.

Because a river is not just geography. It is history flowing through the present. It is the thread that weaves together the colorful fabric of indigenous, Moro, and modern urbanite. It is where our ancestors traded, fought, and loved.

If we let Davao River die, we don’t just lose a water source, we lose the liquid thread of our identity as Davaoeños. So let us continue to hold festivals that celebrate its flow, and enforce strict stewardship to pass this legacy to the next generation.