By Anjo Pallasigui
Before the costume, before the magic tricks, before the cheers — Rah Rah Razila was just a guy with clown white, a lipstick, and a borrowed eyeliner.
He started back in Southern Leyte, doing magic shows for kids. His first talent fee? Five hundred pesos. A friend was the client. It wasn’t much, but it was the start. Back then, he was working at a finance company. But he saw how one performance could lift a whole room. And how, in tough times, laughter could earn more than numbers ever could.
Eventually, he left his job and went full-time. From birthday parties to barangay halls, Razila brought his energy wherever people needed joy.
When he moved to Canada through his wife’s sponsorship, he brought a suitcase—and a clown costume, just in case. Now, most weekends, he’s hosting birthday parties all over the GTA. It’s not just balloons and jokes. It’s full-on programs: hosting, games, magic, and that signature shout of “Hala bira!”. Some weekends, he has three bookings in one day. Hindi biro, lalo na kung late ang unang client.
But he shows up smiling. Because that’s the job.
Being a clown isn’t easy. You have to be the happiest person in the room—even when you’re tired, even when you’re missing home. But for Razila, the reward is simple. It’s the kids screaming during the magic trick. It’s the shy toddler finally dancing. It’s the strangers at a party who end up calling him kuya.
He doesn’t just entertain. He holds space. He keeps the vibe alive. And in a place like Canada, where everything can feel cold or rushed, that kind of energy matters.
Rah Rah Razila might come in as a clown. But he leaves as the memory kids hold on to long after the cake is gone.
