A Light of Hope: My ACOTEP Experience as a Young Indigenous Leader

Embracing My Identity

When I ask myself what I am most grateful for in life, the answer is clear: I am most grateful that I was born Indigenous.

I was raised with the wisdom of my ancestors and nurtured by a family that continues to live, practice, and protect our Indigenous culture. This is one of life’s greatest blessings—a gift that grounds me, shapes who I am, and gives me a deep sense of identity and belonging.

Immersion in Malaysia

At the age of 22, I had the opportunity to travel to Malaysia through the Asia Pacific Contextual Theology and Engagement Program (ACOTEP). There, I immersed myself in the lives and realities of other Indigenous communities, particularly in Kiau Nuluh and Penampang.

What I experienced touched my heart deeply. I witnessed their unwavering commitment to protecting the environment and preserving their culture. The youth and elders worked hand in hand, sharing responsibilities and wisdom. Their understanding of Kadazandusun Cosmology and Ecology was profound—their environment was not just a resource but a sacred part of their spiritual life. 

Their efforts to safeguard their heritage were evident: They had a Cultural Museum showcasing their traditions and history.
They documented their rituals to ensure preservation for future generations.
They established an organization for boboilans (spiritual leaders), where elders mentored the youth.
They embraced both Kadazandusun spirituality and Catholic faith in harmony, without conflict.

A Heavy Realization

As I took it all in, a heaviness settled in my chest.

I felt a pang of jealousy—not out of resentment, but out of love. I envied their forests, still standing. I envied their children, who would grow up knowing who they are and where they come from.

Then, I thought of my own community, my own country, where divisions run deep— social, cultural, environmental. The weight of these challenges pressed upon me, and I asked myself a hard question:

Am I too young to carry the burden of these struggles? Or am I already too old to ignore them?

I realized an important truth: There is no age for responsibility. No one is too young or too old to care, to act, or to lead.

Faith and Indigenous Identity

During my immersion, I asked Boboilan Angelica a question that had long lingered in my heart:

“As an Indigenous Catholic, I’ve met people who say that Indigenous spirituality and Catholicism don’t go together. What do you think? How do you reconcile your Indigenous culture and Catholic faith?”

She responded with honesty. She admitted that, at first, even she had doubts. Some people are hesitant, questioning whether the two can coexist. But through the guidance of leaders like Fr. Jojo, she came to understand that there is no contradiction between them. Catholicism, rather than erasing her Indigenous values, strengthened her resolve to safeguard her culture.

She said with conviction: “I am proud to be Kadazandusun, and Catholic.” Her words struck a chord in me.

Even in moments of doubt, I know I am not alone. I have my tribe, my elders, my youth, and my family supporting me. I am the daughter of a Tribal Datu and Ritualist. I am guided by the spirits of my ancestors.

A Calling to Responsibility

And I carry with me a deeper truth: Being Indigenous is not just a privilege—it is a responsibility.

Anyone can claim to be Indigenous, but the real question is: What have you done to uphold and strengthen your Indigenous culture?

This is my challenge. This is my inspiration. I want my fellow Indigenous youth and my community to understand that our culture and our Catholic faith do not have to be at war. They can walk together. They can uplift and strengthen one another.

Through this understanding, we can heal divisions, reclaim our identity, and rise in unity.

A Prayer for the Future

I pray that I may become a light to others, helping them see that our faith and our culture are not enemies.

I am blessed to walk alongside Jesuit priests, who do not journey with us as outsiders, but as true companions in our struggle and growth.

Through this experience, I have been reminded of my purpose. I carry within me my identity, my faith, and my calling— To walk with my people, to speak truth with love, and to protect what is sacred.*