FOODS FOR RAMADAN 2019….by Apolinario Villalobos

The foods for Ramadan 2019 being sold at the public market of Buluan, a town of Maguindanao Province of the Philippines….

The BBGM Hotel and Coffee Shop in Buluan (Maguindanao, Philippines)…by Apolinario Villalobos

The BBGM that looks cool from the highway may just be perceived as just a simple structure but it proves to be a big surprise as one steps inside the hotel that offers bed and breakfast and the coffee shop beside the water refilling station. I consider the four-letters as a pride of Buluan, Maguindanao….

Buluan Lake…smiles and homes on stilts (Buluan, Maguindanao, Philippines)

Buluan Lake…smiles and homes on stilts

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

The lake is a few minutes from the town of Buluan in Maguindanao province in the Philippines.

 

Anna Bermudo: Kindness Behind a Pretty Face

Anna Bermudo: Kindness Behind A Pretty Face

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

When I took a respite at a Jollibee joint in Divisoria, particularly, corner of Sto. Cristo St., due to my heavy packs, I found out that I needed a separate bag for some items intended to be given to one of my friends in Baseco. It was then, that I noticed one of the crew who was cleaning tables. I told her my problem, without much ado, she left and when she came back, she had a paper bag which was just what I needed. Her prompt assistance impressed me, despite her doing something else during the time. She practically dropped everything and attended to me, although, customers were beginning to crowd the room.

My appreciation for such kind act, made me ask her permission if I can share it with friends. She shyly hesitated, but I had my chance to take her photo quickly, when she began to clean my table. She thought I was joking when I aimed my cellphone/camera for a quick shot. I found the photo to be hazy when I checked it at Baseco, so I came back to the burger joint. Luckily, I found her having a late breakfast in a sidewalk food stall near Jollibee. I practically begged her to allow me to take a clearer photo, explaining to her that what I am doing is for the benefit of others who might be inspired by people like her. Fortunately, she conceded and even cooperated by giving information about herself.

Although merely, a high school graduate, she courageously left her hometown in Zamboanga to seek a “greener pasture” in Manila several years ago. She had no chance of pursuing her studies, as she had been helping her family by sending whatever amount she could afford from her wage when she found a job. I could see that her right attitude has earned her a well-deserved job in the world-renown Filipino burger outfit which is also acknowledged for its fairness in dealing with employees.

 

Anna is pretty, an attribute that could land her a much better-paying job in cafes that could be double or triple compared to what she is earning in Jollibee. But I could surmise that despite temptations from friends, that always happen to pretty girls from the countryside, she opted to work in a family-oriented establishment. Her clean and smooth face is not covered even by a thin swipe of rouge, and she wears no jewelry, not even a single stainless ring. Her simplicity has accentuated her pretty face…. that veils an innate kindness.

 

 

 

 

The “Other Side” of Divisoria (Manila, Philippines)

The “Other Side” of Divisoria (Manila, Philippines)

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

While Divisoria has always been known as the shoppers’ Mecca, especially, during Christmas, there is” another side” of it which I do not want to present as an image of poverty but that of perseverance, patience, and honest endeavor. This is the “other Divisoria” which many people just refuse to see as it might cause them to puke! The accompanying photos show how these honest Filipinos contentedly strive to live in sheer honesty.

 

The skeptics always say, “it is their fault for going to Manila and suffer deprivation”. These hypocrite skeptics have  TV, radio, and occasionally read newspapers, so they should know that the provinces from where these people who are eking out an honest living on the “other side” of Divisoria, are infested with NPAs, Abu Sayyaf, opportunistic landlords, and loan sharks. For the arrogant, the world is just for those who can afford to live decently. On the other hand, as these skeptics have not endured days of hunger, they may not understand how it is to make a difficult decision to live a hand-to-mouth life in Manila by scavenging in garbage dumps, rather than die of hunger and be in constant fear for dear life in the province.

 

It is true that the slums have been in existence for many decades now, but there would be no slums had the government ever since the time the nation has become independent, did not get infested with corrupt lawmakers and officials. The slums have been around since the time that deprivation and exploitation have been propagated by learned Filipinos who found their way in the halls of Congress and Senate, as well as, agencies, even at the helm of the government. Unfortunately, the seed of exploitation has grown into an uncontrollable proportion today, making corruption as wrongly and unfairly viewed to be always a part of the Filipino culture.

 

The striving people from the slums near Divisoria, and other districts of Manila, in this regard, may be viewed by the arrogant as akin to dogs and cats, because of their many children, oftentimes making them utter unsavory remark, such as, “they know they are poor, yet, they keep on having children”.

 

How I wish these skeptics can also openly, make biting remarks –

• to the corrupt politicians and government officials, such as, “they graduated from prestigious universities and colleges, yet, they do not know what is right or wrong”

 

• to the filthy rich, such as, “they have plenty of money, yet they can’t even throw a piece of bread to a beggar”

 

• to the stiff-necked Catholic priests, pastors, and other religious ministers such as, “they are supposed to be representatives of the Lord, but they can’t afford to take a look at the spiritually hungry”

 

Finally, compared to the disgusting hypocrites, loan sharks, corrupt government officials, arrogant “religious ministers” and conscienceless rich, who are supposed to be learned and intelligent, the people who honestly make a living such as those who belong to the “other side” of Divisoria, are worthy to be called creatures of God – true human beings…slum denizens who are viewed by aforementioned with utter repugnance.

 

(This blog will definitely, not hurt those who do not belong to the mentioned “classes” of loathsome Filipinos.)

 

 

Ode to Mt. Apo

Written during my first climb and included in my first book, “Beyond the Horizon”….

 

ODE TO MT. APO

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

You could have just been a dream…

Yet, here I am, biding my time

from where I’ll start my trek

over hills, mountains

thick forests, hot springs and lakes.

 

Please consider me one of your people…

those who dwell at your foot –

Bagobos, Manobos, and others

whose smile, warm and sweet

vanishes the fear and fatigue

of intruders like me and the rest.

 

Uncertain of what to find….

I don’t mind at all

for I know, I’m among a good people.

 

I don’t mind the trek from Makalangit –

past the Fourteen Stations

to Mt. Zion

or the nerve-rending leaps

from boulder to boulder

sixteen times across

the gurgling Marble River

that girdles your waist.

 

Ah, beloved Apo…

your sonorous Twin and Malou Shih Falls

delightfully blend

with the songs of birds

and chirps of cicadas

music that no man can feign.

 

Lake Venado, unruffled…

serenely mirrors your soul

and the seemingly drop of tear, Lake Jordan

furtively glistens under the searing sun.

 

Even for a moment while up here…

on the summit

I become part of you

as my wary soul is soothed

by your enchanting Lake Agko.

 

But there’s more to these…

Things that I need to understand –

those behind the curtains of moss

and orchids that hang

from the limbs of century trees;

those beneath your soft carpet

of lichens and grass

that swallow our steps

as if to muffle whatever

sound they might make.

 

You are the ultimate answer desired

by those who long

for adventure and mystery;

and, it may take a long time

for you to be transformed

from a dream into reality…

 

Pag-ibig sa Dulo ng Bahag-hari…natagpuan ni Thelma

Pag-ibig sa Dulo ng Bahag-Hari

…natagpuan ni Thelma

(para kay Thelma Pama- Arcallo)

ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Makulay ang pag-ibig na kanyang natagpuan

Pangakong ligaya ay tila walang katapusan

Pangako na kanya nang nararamdaman

At pati ginhawang hindi matatawaran.

 

Sa paraisong animo ay dulo na ng bahag-hari

At sa piling ng mga katutubo – mga T’boli

Landas nila ay nagtagpo, animo’y hinabi

Pinatatag ng pagsubok, lalong sumidhi.

 

Parang t’nalak na hinabi ang kanilang buhay

Masinsin ang pagkahabi, ‘di basta bibigay

Dahil subok, t’nalak ay talagang matibay

Tulad ng sumpaan nilang ‘di mabuway!

 

 

——————

Note:

Bahag-hari – rainbow

T’boli- natives of South Cotabato

T’nalak – T’boli cloth made from abaca fibers

lalong sumidhi – became stronger

masinsin –  finely and delicately woven

mabuway – soft and easily bends; weak

 

Ang Mga Laglagan sa Pilipinas

Ang Mga Laglagan sa Pilipinas

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Ilang buwan pa lang ang nakararaan, laglag-bala ang mainit na isyu. Ang mahigpit na pag-kontrol sa mga airport upang maiwasan ang pagpuslit ng mga deadly ammunition ay okey na sana subalit nasilipan ng butas ng ilang tiwali sa airport dahil sa paniniwala ng mga Pilipino sa bala bilang agimat. Dahil sa katiwalian na iyan, maraming tanga at may matigas na ulong Pilipino ang nawalan ng trabaho sa ibang bansa dahil napigilan sa pagsakay sa eroplano dahil lamang sa iisang balang nakita sa kanilang bagahe. Maraming tangang Pilipino ang umaming nagdadala talaga ng bala sa abroad upang pananggalang daw nila laban sa pag-aabuso ng employer. May mga natanggal na ring mga inspector ng bagahe dahil kahit obvious na talagang walang laman ang bala dahil ang tinuturing na agimat lang talaga ay ang tansong basyo, pinagpipilitan pa rin na “deadly ammunition” daw ito. Bakit nga naman nila palalampasin ang pagkakataon ganoong, ang “pakiusapan” ay may presyong mula 2 thousand hanggang 8 thousand pesos???!!!

 

Sa pinakapangit na airport pa rin sa buong mundo, ayon sa survey – ang Manila International Airport Terminal 3, laglag-kisame naman ang isyu. May nasugatan, banyagang turista pa, mabuti na lang at hindi nasaktan ang kanyang asawang Pilipina at anak. Nag-apologize ang manager ng airport subalit hindi pa rin ito sapat. Bago nangyari ang paglaglag ng kisame sa coffee shop, ay nagkaroon na rin ng laglagan bago pa man binuksan para sa operasyon ang Terminal 3, at nang nag-ooperate na, nagkalaglagan pa rin ng dalawang beses. Ibig sabihin, ang diperensiya ay ang mahinang “original” na kisame o suporta nito, kaya siguradong ang bagong kisameng ikakabit ay madadamay. “It’s more fun in the Philippines” pa rin kaya ang sasabihin ng pinakahuling nasaktan na turista?

 

Nilaglag ni Aquino si Purisima kung kaylan sobra na ang alingasaw ng amoy ng “teamwork” nila. Nilaglag din ng administrasyon si Vitangcol ang sinasabing palpak at nangurakot sa mga deals at management ng MRT, pero under investigation, as usual, at pinagduduhan pa . Latest kay Vitangcol: humihingi ng tulong sa PAO para bigyan ng libreng abogado! Ang kakapalan nga naman ng mukha kung umiral! Yan ang problema sa mga tauhan ni Pnoy, ginagawang tanga ang mga Pilipino….gusto ba namang magkaroon ng abogadong ang nagpapasuweldo ay taong bayan na sinasabing niloko niya! Walang delikadesa!

 

May mga laglagan na rin sa pulitika bago sumapit ang election 2016. Nilaglag ni Pnoy Aquino si Mar Roxas nang i-veto niya ang batas para sa dagdag na 2 libo sa pension ng mg SSS retirees. Sa mga hindi nakakahalata, binago ni Roxas ang kanyang political ad dahil sinimplehan lang, walang music background, at ang dialogue tungkol sa tuwid na daan ay dinugtungan niya ng “pupunuan ko kung may kakulangan, iwawasto ang mali, at hindi ako nagnakaw….”. Malinaw na patutsada kay Pnoy na mula’t sapul ay walang bilib sa kanya. Nilaglag din daw ni Escudero si Grace Poe subalit deny to death naman siya sa isang interview…pero truthful ba siya?

The “Other Side” of Divisoria

The “Other Side” of Divisoria (Manila, Philippines)

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

While Divisoria has always been known as the shoppers’ Mecca, especially, during Christmas, there is” another side” of it which I do not want to present as an image of poverty but that of perseverance, patience, and honest endeavor. This is the “other Divisoria” which many people just refuse to see as it might cause them to puke! The accompanying photos show how these honest Filipinos contentedly strive to live in sheer honesty.

 

The skeptics always say, “it is their fault for going to Manila and suffer deprivation”. These hypocrite skeptics have  TV, radio, and occasionally read newspapers, so they should know that the provinces from where these people who are eking out an honest living on the “other side” of Divisoria, are infested with NPAs, Abu Sayyaf, opportunistic landlords, and loan sharks. For the arrogant, the world is just for those who can afford to live decently. On the other hand, as these skeptics have not endured days of hunger, they may not understand how it is to make a difficult decision to live a hand-to-mouth life in Manila by scavenging in garbage dumps, rather than die of hunger and be in constant fear for dear life in the province.

 

It is true that the slums have been in existence for many decades now, but there would be no slums had the government ever since the time the nation has become independent, did not get infested with corrupt lawmakers and officials. The slums have been around since the time that deprivation and exploitation have been propagated by learned Filipinos who found their way in the halls of Congress and Senate, as well as, agencies, even at the helm of the government. Unfortunately, the seed of exploitation has grown into an uncontrollable proportion today, making corruption as wrongly and unfairly viewed to be always a part of the Filipino culture.

 

The striving people from the slums near Divisoria, and other districts of Manila, in this regard, may be viewed by the arrogant as akin to dogs and cats, because of their many children, oftentimes making them utter unsavory remark, such as, “they know they are poor, yet, they keep on having children”.

 

How I wish these skeptics can also openly, make biting remarks –

• to the corrupt politicians and government officials, such as, “they graduated from prestigious universities and colleges, yet, they do not know what is right or wrong”

 

• to the filthy rich, such as, “they have plenty of money, yet they can’t even throw a piece of bread to a beggar”

 

• to the stiff-necked Catholic priests, pastors, and other religious ministers such as, “they are supposed to be representatives of the Lord, but they can’t afford to take a look at the spiritually hungry”

 

Finally, compared to the disgusting hypocrites, loan sharks, corrupt government officials, arrogant “religious ministers” and conscienceless rich, who are supposed to be learned and intelligent, the people who honestly make a living such as those who belong to the “other side” of Divisoria, are worthy to be called creatures of God – true human beings…slum denizens who are viewed by aforementioned with utter repugnance.

 

(This blog will definitely, not hurt those who do not belong to the mentioned “classes” of loathsome Filipinos.)

 

Ang Barbero sa Liwasang Bonifacio

Ang Barbero sa Liwasang Bonifacio

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Nakasakay ako sa jeep papuntang Pasay nang matanaw ko ang isang barbero sa isang bahagi ng Liwasang Bonifacio (Lawto Plaza) at hindi alintana ang mga tao sa kanyang paligid habang naggugupit ng buhok. Bumaba ako mula sa jeep upang umusyuso lalo pa at nakita ko ang mga “kalakal” na nakalatag hindi kalayuan sa kanya. Ang mga “kalakal” ay mga junk items na napupulot sa basura o maayos pang gamit na pinagsawaan ng may-ari kaya napapakinabangan pa. Mahalaga ang mga ganitong nakalatag para sa mga taong naghahanap ng mga piyesa ng kung anong gadget na hindi mabibili saan mang tindahan o di kaya mga murang gamit.

 

“Dodong” ang pangalang sinabi ng barbero sa akin at galing daw siya sa Cebu kaya maganda ang usapan namin sa Bisaya. Kanya rin pala ang mga kalakal na nakalatag sa hindi kalayuan. Natiyempuhan ko sa mga nakalatag ang cellphone belt pack na gawa sa soft cowhide at nabili ko sa halagang beinte pesos lang. Nakabili rin ako ng backpack na pang-estudyante na ibibigay ko sa isang bata sa Leveriza, Pasay,  sa halagang treinta pesos. Swerte pa rin ako sa isang pares na safety shoes na pambigay ko sa isang guwardiya sa isang hardware store sa Recto malapit sa Divisoria dahil nakita kong halos nakanganga na ang suwelas ng kaliwang sapatos niya, at nabili ko sa halagang otsenta pesos lang. Ang guwardiyang ito ang tumulong sa amin noong last week ng Nobyembre nang mag-ikot kami ng mga kasama ko sa lugar na yon upang mamigay ng regalo sa mga bata.

 

Dahil sa kahirapan ay natigil si Dodong sa pag-aaral kaya hanggang grade four lang ang inabot niya. Tumulong siya sa kanyang tatay sa pangingisda at kung hindi sila pumapalaot ay nakagawian na niyang umistambay sa bahay ng kapitbahay nilang barbero upang manood habang nanggugupit ito. Madalas din siyang utusan ng barbero na nag-aabot sa kanya ng pera kaya para na rin siyang nagsa-sideline. Sa kapapanood daw niya ng panggugupit ay natuto siya pero ang una niyang ginupitan ay tatay niya. Okey naman daw ang resulta kaya ang sunod niyang ginupitan ay kuya niya. Sa kapapraktis ay natuto na siyang manggupit kaya kung may lakad ang kapitbahay nilang barbero ay sa kanya pinagkakatiwala ang mga kostumer nito.

 

Labing- anim na taong gulang siya nang mamatay ang kanilang tatay kaya lumipat sila ng kanyang nanay sa bahay ng kanyang kuya na may pamilya na. Dahil dagdag pasanin sila, madalas na sa palengke siya umiistambay upang mangargador. Ang bangka kasi nila ay naibenta nang magkasakit ang kanilang tatay. Dahil sa pangangargador, nakakakain siya sa maghapon at nakakakapag-uwi pa ng pagkain para sa kanyang nanay, at kung malaki ang kita ay namamalengke pa siya na ikinatutuwa naman ng kanyang hipag.

 

Nang minsang may magyaya sa kanyang tindero upang maisama sa Maynila dahil bibili ng generator, sumama agad siya. Mula noon, palagi na siyang isinasama hanggang naisipan niyang pumunta sa Maynila na nag-iisa. Masuwete siya at sa barko pa lang ay may nakilala siyang makikipagsapalaran din kaya silang dalawa ang nagsalo sa hirap na dinanas pagdating sa Maynila. Mula sa pantalan ay naglakad sila hanggang sa Divisoria. Tinipid nila ang perang baon kaya madalas ay tumitiyempo sila ng kaning tutong para mahingi at ulam na lang ang babayaran kapag kumain sa mga maliliit na karinderya. Kung minsan daw ay dinadaan nila sa biro ang paghingi ng libreng tutong.

 

Sa kalalakad nila ay nakarating sila sa Liwasang Bonifacio at doon ay nadatnan nila ang iba pang nakipagsapalaran sa Maynila na walang matuluyan kaya kung gabi ay kanya-kanya sila ng hanap ng sulok upang matulugan. May nagbenta sa kanya ng gunting na original na “Solingen” at panggupit talaga ng buhok kaya laking tuwa niya. Ang binili na lang niya ay maliit na salamin at dalawang suklay – full time na barbero na siya! Sa simula, barya barya lang ang tinatanggap niya dahil sa pakisaman at para may maipambayad lang sa may-ari ng banyo sa Intramuros kung saan sila naliligo at naglalaba. Nakakaipon din siya ng pambili ng pagkain. Unti-unti ay nagtaas siya ng singil hanggang naging treinta pesos na. Nang lumaki ang kanyang ipon ay namili na rin siya ng mga kalakal na inaalok sa kanya ng mga “scavenger” at mga istambay na nagtitinda ng gamit, hanggang makaipon siya ng maraming kalakal na nilalatag niya araw-araw.

 

Biniro ko siya na hindi lang siya barbero kundi nagba-buy and sell pa. Kapag nakaipon daw siya ng malaki ay uuwi siya sa probinsiya nila at bibili ng bangka upang makapangisda uli pero manggugupit pa rin daw siya. Excited siya sa pagkuwento dahil makakasama na niya uli ang kanyang nanay.

 

Ang punto ko rito ay ang kaalaman o skill na maaaring pagkikitaan tulad ng natutunan ni Dodong na pagbabarbero kaya kahit dayo siya sa Maynila ay nabuhay siya nang marangal, hindi naging magnanakaw o palaboy. Marami pang ibang skill na maaaring pag-aralan tulad ng pagma-manicure at pedicure, o di kaya ay pagmamasahe at pagda-drive, pati pagluto. Hindi dapat ikahiya ang mga ganitong kaalaman kaya hangga’t bata pa ay mabuting matuto na.