Long time ago in what is now Marikina, there lived a
very lovely maiden whose name is Marikit. Marikit likes
beings beautiful. She amused herself with wearing pretty
dresses and putting on make-up so she would look even
more beautiful. Everyone including her female friends all
admired her beauty.
Not far from where she lives is a small river. She
would often pass by the river and everytime she did she
would stop for a while and look down on the river at her
own reflections on the waters. "How pretty I look!" she
would often say to herself.
One Sunday morning, her female cousin invited her
to go to church to hear mass. She was very excited to go
and even asked her cousin to wait her while she got dressed.
It didn't take her very long to dress up though it took her
quite sometime just putting on the make-up. She couldn't
seem to get it done and didn't realize what time it was. Her
cousin kept calling out to her to speed up since the mass
was about to begin, but still she wouldn't come out. Finally,
she entered her room and saw Marikit still fixing her hair in
front of the dressing table. "Come on, you're very pretty
already!" she spoke alarmingly, then dragged her out of
As they had to pass by the river in going to church,
Marikit thought she look at herself just once more. As they
got to the bank of the river, Marikit suddenly stopped to
look at herself. She began to admire herself like always.
She even turned to her cousing and asked, "Am I really
"You're very, very beautiful already! Let's move on!
Otherwise, we'll be late!" yelled her cousin who tried once
more to drag her along.
But Marikit just pushed her aside and just kept right
on amusing herself with arranging the ring of flowers she
had around her head. Seeing there was little she could do,
her cousin decided to leave and left her there on the
It had been sometime Marikit hadn't move an inch,
still standing on the edge of the riverbank looking down at
her image reflected on the waters. She was so engrossed
with her beautiful looks that she wasn't even aware that
dark clouds have started to moved into the sky overlooking
the river. Then without even a warning, rain began to pour
heavily on all sides. When she tought of leaving it was
already to late. Mud formed quickly that she found it difficult
to move around. A wind swept by, so hard it knocked
her over into the swelling river. She yelled for help but no
one could hear her.
By the time the typhoon has passed, she was already
carried away by the water and had drowned to her
death. Her body remains was found washed away into the
other side of the riverbank. Though confirmed dead, she
remained beautiful to the onlookers. To remember her by,
the towns people had the river named after her. Originally,
they had the river named "Marikit ka na" which means
"your beautiful already!", the pet phrase by which they
used to tease her about with loving affection for she was as
sweet as she was pretty. In recent times, the small river
had become a big river, while its name has been shortened
to "Marikina". Incidentally the entire municipality was also
named after her.