Ang Pagsisikap

Ang Pagsisikap

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Ang pagsisikap ay pagpapakita ng dangal. Mahirap man o mayaman, mahalagang maipakita ng isang tao na siya ay may sariling disposisyon at kayang tumayo sa sariling mga paa at may mga kamay na may kakayahang magtrabaho o gumawa upang kumita. Kung ang ilang bulag, pilay, komang, at pipi ay kumikita ng maayos, mga normal pa kaya na kumpleto ang mga bahagi ng katawan?

 

Ang lalong masama ay ang pananamantala ng mga nakapag-aral ng maayos at may mga kaya sa buhay, sa mga inosenteng kinakapos. Ang mga mapagsamantalang ito ay kalimitang mga drug lords na gumagamit ng mga taong kumakapit sa patalim upang mabuhay. Ang iba pang mapagsamantala ay mga mayayaman na walang pakialam sa kalagayan ng ibang tao. Kasama sa hanay nila ang mga taong pinagkatiwalaan ng taong-bayan kaya iniluklok sa kanilang kinalalagyan sa Kongreso, Senado at iba pang ahensiya ng pamahalaan, subalit naging gahaman kaya naging korap.

 

May mga taong nagsisikap nga upang umasenso pero nangtatapak naman ng kapwa. Maraming ganyang uri ng tao sa buong mundo. Isa itong innate tendency na kung hindi makontrol ay talagang makakapinsala ng kapwa. Ang ugaling ito ang dahilan kung bakit nagkakagulo ang buong mundo….tao laban sa tao na umaabot sa labanang kinasasangkutan ng kanilang mga bansa. Kahit pa sabihing mayroong tinatawag na United Nations, kung minsan ang mga taong dapat magpatupad ng kaayusan ang sumisira ng kanilang layunin.

 

Mabait ang Diyos dahil binigyan Niya ang tao ng hangaring magsikap upang kahit magkamali ay mayroon pa rin siyang pagkakataong magbago…kung hindi siya talagang ugaling demonyo!

Si Cacai…masugid na pupil ng Maria Z. Bayya Elementary School

Si Cacai…masugid na pupil

ng Maria Z Bayya Elementary School

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Si Caca, 6 na taong gulang ay anak ni Eke. Grade 1 siya sa Maria Z. Bayya Elementary School sa Carmen, Tacurong City. Nakita ko ang sarili k okay Cacai dahil sa kanyang sigasig sa pag-aaral. Ayaw niyang mapahiwalay sa kanya ang kanyang mga gamit pang-eskwela kahit pa sumasama sa kanyang nanay na si Eke na nag-oovernight sa bahay kung saan siya ay naglalaba at naglilinis. Hapon pa lang pagkatapos ng kanyang klase ay pumupunta na silang mag-ina sa bahay na kanyang pagtatrabahuhan. Si Eke ay civilian volunteer din sa Barangay Hall ng Carmen kaya pagkatapos ng duty pa lamang siya nakakapagdiskate ng “sideline” na paglilinis ng bahay at paglalaba. Magaling sa paglinis si Eke ng bahay kaya siya palagi ang tinatawagan ng kanyang kamag-anak na si Neneng upang magkaroon din ng extra income. Napag-alaman ko rin na bilang volunteer ay nagbabantay din siya ng Barangay Hall sa gabi.

 

Ayaw ni Cacai na iwanan ang kanyang mga gamit sa school dahil nag-aaral din siya sa gabi. Kahit pa ilang beses siyang sinabihan ng kanyang tatay na si Roy na mag-aabang ito sa gate ng school kinabukasan upang iabot ang kanyang bag, ayaw pa rin niyang pumayag. Isang beses ay sinagot daw niya ang kanyang tatay ng, “paano akong makakapag-aral kung iwanan ko ang bag ko?”. Dahil, sa sinabi ng niya ay hinayaan na lang siya na bitbitin ang kanyang bag kapag sumama kay Eke.

 

Sumasabay siya sa paggising ng kanyang nanay, 4:00AM ng umaga upang mag-ayos. Wala siyang reklamo kahit walang ulam sa almusal at tuyo ang baon sa eskwela. Kapag nagtrabaho si Eke sa bahay ng kanyang kamag-anak, kinabukasan ay nagmamagandang-loob naman ang kapatid nito na si Toto na ihatid si Cacai sa school 6:30AM pa lang. Nanggagaling pa sila sa President Quirino na mahigit sampung kilometro ang layo sa school. Ang bahay naman nina Cacai ay pwedeng lakarin mula sa school kaya pag-uwi niya sa hapon ay kasama na niya sa pag-uwi ang kanyang nakakatandang kapatid at sa bahay na sila nagkikita uli ni Eke na nakauwi na rin mula sa pinagtrabahuhan.

 

Nang ako ay sa kaparehong edad ni Cacai, nagkaroon ng sunog sa bayan namin. Nang magkatarantahan sa paglabas ng mga gamit sa bahay upang mailipat sa katapat na plaza, ang binitibit ko ay ang plastic bag na ang laman ay mga gamit ko sa eskwela. Ang mga binitbit naman ng mga kapatid ko ay mga damit nila. Dahil sa ginawa ko ay piningot ako ng aking ate. Minsan naman, may nagbirong classmate ko na nagtago ng mga gamit ko. Nang malaman ko kung sino ang nagtago na ang pangalan ay “Anselmo”,  hinabol ko siya ng panudsod ng damo na palaging kong dala bilang requirement upang makapaglinis kami sa assigned area naming sa bakuran ng eskwelahan. Noong nasa elementary ako, walang pwedeng makialam sa mga gamit ko sa eskwela kahit mga kapatid ko.

 

Pareho rin kami ni Cacai dahil kaya naming kumain ng kanin kahit walang ulam. Sana sa paglaki niya ay matuto rin siyang kumain ng tutong na sinabawan ng tubig at binudburan ng asin.

Ang Buhay sa Probinsiya at Lunsod

ANG BUHAY SA PROBINSIYA AT LUNSOD

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Maski saang bansa ay may mga iskwater o mga kapus-palad na nakatira sa kung saan-saang sulok ng lunsod. Hindi naiiba ang kalagayan ng Pilipinas pagdating sa bagay na yan. Nagkaroon ng kahirapan ang bansa nang magdatingan ang mga mananakop na Kastila at Amerikano dahil sa nangyaring pangangamkam ng mga lupain at panloloko sa mga nagtatrabaho sa mga lupain ng mga mangangamkam. Ang mga nahirapan ay nagsilikasan sa lunsod dahil kung hindi man nawalan ng lupang sinasaka, ang kinita nila sa pagiging “casique” sa mga tubuhan o “kasama” o tagasaka ng mga palayan at maisan ay hindi sapat upang mabuhay ang kanilang pamilya.

 

Ngayon, sa lunsod lang ng Maynila ay tumindi ang dami ng mga walang sariling lupa at bahay, o maski lupa lang na kapiraso upang matirikan ng barung-barong. Kung hindi man pag-aari ng pamahalaan ang lupang iniiskwatan nila ay pribadong lupain naman kaya kapag sila ay pinalayas, sa bangketa ang bagsak nila. Kung hakutin man sila sa mga relocation sites na itinalaga ng gobyerno, halos impiyerno din ang kanilang kalagayan dahil bukod sa walang pasilidad tulad ng ligtas na kalsada patungo sa sakayan ng bus o jeep, wala ring tubig at kuryente. Ang nangyayari tuloy, ay binibenta ng mga na-relocate and rights sa bahay at lupa na na-award sa kanila, lalo pa at hindi naman libre ito kaya binabayaran nila buwan-buwan.

 

Ang pagpili ng kalagayan sa pagitan ng probinsiya at lunsod ay parang tinatawag sa Ingles na pagpili, “ between the devil and the deep blue sea”….demonyo at karagatang malalim, na parehong may nakaambang paghihirap at kamatayan. Halimbawa na lang, ay:

 

• Totoong pwedeng magtanim ng gulay sa probinsiya, subalit kung ibenta naman sa palengke ay binabarat kaya sa maghapon na pagtitinda, ang kinita ay hindi pa rin sapat para sa pangangailangan ng pamilya….kung makapagbenta, pero paano kung walang nabenta?
• Masarap pakinggan na sariwa ang gulay sa probinsiya…pero hindi naman pwedeng araw-araw na lang ay talbos ng kamote, kangkong, upo, at iba pa ang kakainin dahil kailangan din ang isda kahit daing o tuyo man lang, kahit ang karne ay isang beses sa loob ng isang taon man lang. Paano ang asin, asukal, kape, bagoong, patis, toyo, mantika at lalo na ang bigas?…paano ang pag-aaral ng mga bata?
• Sa probinsiya pwede na maski hindi mamasahe sa pagpasok sa eskwela o trabaho kuno. Paano ang mga nakatira sa mga liblib na baryo o barangay, kaya kailangan pang tumawid ng ilang burol o ilog bago makarating sa bayan?
• Karamihan ng mga probinsiya ay hindi na tahimik dahil napasok na rin sila ng droga na nadagdag sa problema sa NPA at pangingidnap ng Abu Sayyaf na wala nang sinasanto. Kahit mga ka-tribung Tausug sa Jolo, Basilan, at Tawi-tawi ay binibiktima na rin. Dahil diyan, hindi nakapagtataka ang pagdagsa ng mga Badjao at iba pang mga kapatid na Muslim sa mga lunsod dahil ayon sa mga nakausap ko, ginagamit daw sila ng mga kidnapper.
• Hini nagkakalayo ang presyo ng mga bilihin ng mga prime commodities sa pagitan ng Maynila at mga probinsiya. Ang pagkakaiba ay sa sweldo dahil hindi hamak na mas maliit ang suweldo sa probinsiya samantalang mahal ang mga bilihin. Samantalang sa Maynila, mataas ang minimum wage, at napapagkasya depende sa diskarte kung mamalengke, lalo na kung pairalin ang pagtitipid o sabihin na nating pangunguripot.

 

Dahil sa mga nabanggit, pagtatakhan pa ba kung bakit maraming nagtitiyagang tumira sa mga bangketa ng Maynila, na ang mga gamit ay nasa kariton upang kung saan man sila abutin ng gabi dahil sa pamumulot ng mga mapapakinabangan sa mga basurahan, ay doon na rin matutulog? Kahit papaano, sa maghapong pamumulot, may kikitain silang hindi bababa sa isang daang piso at nadadagdagan na lang ng “pagpag” o mga napulot na itinapong tirang pagkain sa basurahan ng mga restaurant,  o mga gulay na napulot sa tambakan ng mga palengke.

 

Marami akong nakausap na nakatira sa bangketa na nagsabing kahit papaano ay naigagapang nila ang pag-aaral ng mga anak, lalo na ang mga nasa elementarya man lang….bagay na mahirap gawin kung sila ay nakatira sa kabundukan ng probinsiya o liblib na barangay sa tabing dagat.

 

Ang mga taga-Tondong kaibigan ko at mga anak nila ay gumigising ng madaling araw upang mamulot ng mga itinapong gulay sa tambakan upang ibentang pa-tumpok nang sa ganoon ay may  pambaon ang mga bata sa eskwela. Sa probinsiya lalo na ang mga liblib, walang tambakan ng mga gulay na binibenta sa talipapa o maliit na palengke, dahil karamihan sa mga ito ay halos walang laman.

 

Kung ang mga nakatira sa mga bangketa ng Maynila ay hirap dahil sa kawalan ng kubeta, ganoon din naman sa probinsiya dahil ang ginagamit ay ang malawak na paligid, yon nga lang ay may matataas na talahib o mga puno na pwedeng kublihan. Sa Maynila naman ay “flying saucer” ang sistema….babalutin at ihahagis sa Pasig river o sa natatanaw na basurahan. Noon, ang mga tarantadong nakatira naman sa tabi ng riles ng tren ay pinapabiyahe pa ang “binalot” hanggang Laguna dahil sa bubong ng tren hinahagis ito, subalit nagawan ng paraan ng PNR…ginawang paumbok o pakurbada kaya hindi na flat ang mga bubong, resulta: ang itatapon sa mga bubong ay ii-slide agad pababa at hindi na madadala ng tren sa Laguna o kung saan pa mang destinasyon.

 

Ang bentaha ng mga taga-probinsiya ay kung namatayan sila dahil maluwag ang sementeryo at kahit papaano ay pwedeng ilibing agad ang mga labi ng namatay kaya walang problema ang mga walang perang panggastos sa lamay. Sa Maynila, nagkakatarantahan kapag kapus-palad ang namatayan dahil bukod sa mahal ang pagpapalibing ay marami pang mga hinihinging pangangailangan ang gobyerno upang magawa ito. Ang masaklap lang ay ginagawang negosyo ng mga tarantado at walang konsiyensiyang namatayan ang bangkay na pinapaupahan sa mga sindikato upang gamiting dahilan ng kung ilang buwang pagpapasugal! Yong isang kabaong na nakita kong pinasugalan ng tatlong buwan ay nagkaroon na ng tagas (katas ng gamot at naagnas na bangkay) at amoy!

 

Sa panahon ngayon, ang matatakbuhan na lang ng isang taong may natitira pang pananampalataya sa Diyos ay Siya na lang….at wala nang iba.

Wilma Palagtiw: Repairs Junked Shoes and Bags to be Sold for a Living

Wilma Palagtiw: Repairs Junked Shoes and Bags

To be Sold for a Living

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

One early morning, while cruising the old railroad track of Divisoria where junks were sold, I chanced upon a woman who was engrossed in repairing a shoe. Her various wares on display were repaired bags, shoes, and other junk items. She obliged for some photos when I asked her, adding jestingly that I would send them to a movie outfit.

 

She was Wilma Palagtiw who hails from the island of Negros, so that we comfortably conversed in Cebuano and Ilonggo. She learned the skill of shoe repairing from her husband who has been in the trade for a very long time even before they met. That morning, Felix, her husband was out doing the rounds of garbage dumps for junks.

 

Without telling me her exact age, she confided that she was almost fifty and has six children with four already doing part-time and contractual jobs in different stalls in Divisoria. The two younger ones are both in Grade 7. Their pooled financial resources are enough to get them going every day with even a few pesos set aside for emergency needs, especially, for school needs of the two younger kids.

 

I did a quick mathematical estimate of their joint income, such as if a sales attendant of a stall in Divisoria receives 200 pesos a day, multiply it by 4, so that’s 800 pesos a day, and for a straight duty in a month without day off, the four elder children should be earning 24,000.00 pesos. Deduct the lunch for the 4 of them at 50 pesos each, so that’s 200 pesos…hence, 800 (total earning of the 4) less 200, that leaves 600 pesos net earnings of the 4 in a day.  Finally, multiply the 600 pesos by 30 days that leaves 18,000 pesos net total earnings for the 4 kids.

 

Meanwhile, Wilma shared that she and her husband don’t earn much from selling junks. For every item sold, they earn from 5 to 20 pesos “profit” after deducting the cost of materials that they use for the repair of the junks. They cannot afford to offer their goods at a higher price due to stiff competition among “buraot vendors” like them.

 

The small room that they rent gives them just enough comfort as they retire for the night, especially, for the kids. The worst days for them are those of the “flood months”, as there could be no income for several days. Despite the hardship, Wilma was still all-smile while conversing with me. I had to leave her as customers were beginning to stop by to gawk at her items that are neatly displayed, while she braved the biting heat of the sun at eight that morning.

 

If only the rest of us are brave and contented like Wilma, then, there would be no more crying to the Lord, blaming Him why there is no pork dish on the table, or why the money is not enough for a brand new cellphone, or why the remittance from a toiling husband abroad is delayed in coming, etc. etc.etc…..

 

Fernando Sagenes: Walang Hadlang ang Kagustuhan Niyang Madagdagan ang Kaalaman

Fernando Sagenes: Walang Hadlang

Ang Kagustuhan Niyang Madagdagan ang Kaalaman

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Bago ko nakilala si Fernan ay nakilala ko muna ang kanyang tatay. Ang unang nakatawag sa akin ng pansin nang makilala ko ito, ay ang pagiging tahimik niya. Kilala ang tatay niya sa palayaw na “Adring”, may kaliitan subalit matindi ang pagrespeto sa kanya. Noong iisa pa lang ang barangay Real at nasasakop pa ng Imus, isa ang tatay niya sa mga konsehal. Ngayon, hiwalay na ang barangay namin na naging barangay Real Dos na itinalaga sa teritoryo ng Bacoor, samantalang ang orihinal na Real ay naging Real Uno at sakop pa rin ng Imus.

 

Sa kanilang magkakapatid, pansinin si Fernan dahil sa kanyang salamin kahit noong tin-edyer pa lang siya. Ang impresson tuloy sa kanya ay mukhang may itinatagong talino, at napatunayan kong meron nga nang mabisto kong mahilig palang magbasa. Palagi itong may dalang babasahin, magasin man o maliit na libro na binubuklat niya habang naghihintay ng pasahero sa pilahan ng mga traysikel. Ang pinagkikitaan niya ay pagta-traysikel kahit noong wala pa siyang asawa. Minsan ay nakatuwaan kong tingnan kung ano ang binabasa niya nang maging pasahero niya ako, at nalaman kong lumang kopya pala ng Reader’s Digest.

 

High School graduate si Fernan, subalit pinipilit niyang “habulin” ang mga dapat sana ay natutunan pa niya kung siya ay umabot sa kolehiyo, na hindi nangyari. Sa simpleng paraan na pagbabasa hangga’t may pagkakataon at kung ano man ang mahagilap niya ay pinipilit niyang madugtungan ang naputol niyang pagpupunyagi sa larangan ng kaalaman. Natutuwa siya kapag nakakahiram ng mga aklat lalo na ang mga tungkol sa mga talambuhay, relihiyon at pulitka.

 

Dahil sa kaalaman ni Fernan, siya ay nahirang noon ng barangay bilang Executive Officer nang panahong ang Barangay Chairman ay si Vill Alcantara, at ngayon sa ilalim naman ng bagong Chairman na is BJ Aganus, siya ay nahirang namang Kagawad. Mapagmahal si Fernan sa asawa niyang si Myrna at anak na si Abby na ngayon ay 7 taong gulang at tulad niya ay mahilig ding magbasa.

 

Noon ay natawag niya ang pansin ni Mayor Strike Revilla at Congresswoman Lani Mercado nang lakarin niya ang 8 kilometrong layo mula sa sentro ng Tagaytay hanggang Talisay na nasa dalampasigan na ng lawa ng Taal upang dumalo sa isang mahalagang seminar.  Nanggaling pa siya sa Alfonso kung saan ay may trabaho siya. Dahil madalang ang mga sasakyan, nagdesisyon siyang lakarin ang 8 kilometrong kalsada na puno pa ng mga nakahambalang ng mga nabuwal na puno dahil katatapos lang noon ng bagyo.

 

Nang dumating siya sa pinagdausan ng seminar ay halos nanlilimahid siya sa pagkadikit ng damit sa katawan dahil sa pagtagaktak ng pawis. Ganoon pa man ay lakas-loob siyang pumasok kaya nakaagaw siya ng pansin ng iba pang dumalo sa seminar. Nang tinawag siya sa harap ng mismong mayor ng Bacoor na Strike Revilla upang pagpaliwanagin kung bakit siya na-late sa pagdating, sinabi niya ang totoo kaya buong pagmamalaki siyang pinuri ng mayor sa harap ng iba. Nandoon din ang Congresswoman ng distrito na si Lani Mercado-Revilla na pumuri din sa kanya. Binanggit din ni Fernan na hindi niya naisip na umupa ng sasakyang maghahatid sa kanya kahit hindi niya kabisado ang Talisay, dahil ang laman ng bulsa niya ay Php200 lang. At hindi rin siya nakapag-abiso na mali-late dahil wala siyang cellphone. Sa tuwa ni Mayor Strike Revilla ay ibinigay nito sa kanya ang isa niyang cellphone at dumukot pa ito ng sa bulsa ng sariling pera upang ipandagdag sa Php200 niya.

 

Ipinakita ni Fernan ang pagiging seryoso niya bilang kagawad ng Real Dos kaya kahit anong mangyari ay pinilit niyang matunton ang pinagdausan ng seminar sa Talisay. Alam niya na mahalaga ang makakalap niyang kaalaman na inaasahang ipamamahagi niya sa mga kasama niyang mga opisyal ng barangay.

 

Samantala, ang cellphone na N89 (Nokia) na bigay ni Mayor Strike Revilla ay pinagtitiyagaang ginagamit ni Fernan sa pagbukas ng internet. Maliliit ang mga titik na lumalabas dahil maliit lang din ang screen nito, kaya halos idikit na niya ang kanyang mukha sa screen. Ganoon pa man, dahil sa cellphone ay nadagdagan ang pagkakataong madagdagan ang mga kaalaman ni Fernan tungkol sa mga pangyayari sa iba’t ibang panig ng mundo at iba pang mga bagay na may kinalaman sa buhay ng tao.

 

 

Wilma Palagtiw: Repairs Junked Shoes and Bags to be Sold for a Living

Wilma Palagtiw: Repairs Junked Shoes and Bags

To be Sold for a Living

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

One early morning, while cruising the old railroad track of Divisoria where junks were sold, I chanced upon a woman who was engrossed in repairing a shoe. Her various wares on display were repaired bags, shoes, and other junk items. She obliged for some photos when I asked her, adding jestingly that I would send them to a movie outfit.

 

She was Wilma Palagtiw who hails from the island of Negros, so that we comfortably conversed in Cebuano and Ilonggo. She learned the skill of shoe repairing from her husband who has been in the trade for a very long time even before they met. That morning, Felix, her husband was out doing the rounds of garbage dumps for junks.

 

Without telling me her exact age, she confided that she was almost fifty and has six children with four already doing part-time and contractual jobs in different stalls in Divisoria. The two younger ones are both in Grade 7. Their pooled financial resources are enough to get them going every day with even a few pesos set aside for emergency needs, especially, for school needs of the two younger kids.

 

I did a quick mathematical estimate of their joint income, such as if a sales attendant of a stall in Divisoria receives 200 pesos a day, multiply it by 4, so that’s 800 pesos a day, and for a straight duty in a month without day off, the four elder children should be earning 24,000.00 pesos. Deduct the lunch for the 4 of them at 50 pesos each, so that’s 200 pesos…hence, 800 (total earning of the 4) less 200, that leaves 600 pesos net earnings of the 4 in a day.  Finally, multiply the 600 pesos by 30 days that leaves 18,000 pesos net total earnings for the 4 kids.

 

Meanwhile, Wilma shared that she and her husband don’t earn much from selling junks. For every item sold, they earn from 5 to 20 pesos “profit” after deducting the cost of materials that they use for the repair of the junks. They cannot afford to offer their goods at a higher price due to stiff competition among “buraot vendors” like them.

 

The small room that they rent gives them just enough comfort as they retire for the night, especially, for the kids. The worst days for them are those of the “flood months”, as there could be no income for several days. Despite the hardship, Wilma was still all-smile while conversing with me. I had to leave her as customers were beginning to stop by to gawk at her items that are neatly displayed, while she braved the biting heat of the sun at eight that morning.

 

If only the rest of us are brave and contented like Wilma, then, there would be no more crying to the Lord, blaming Him why there is no pork dish on the table, or why the money is not enough for a brand new cellphone, or why the remittance from a toiling husband abroad is delayed in coming, etc. etc.etc…..

 

Ang Ulap at Pangarap

Ang  Ulap at Pangarap

Ni Apolinario Villalobos

 

Sa kalawakan, nakakatuwa silang masdan

Lumulutang, animo bulak, iba’t- ibang anyo

Sa isang iglap ay napakabilis ng pagbabago

Bigay ay ligaya sa nakakaramdan ng siphayo.

 

Sa kalawakang maaliwalas at kulay bughaw

Animo ay mga gasa at mangilan-ngilan lang

Kaya’t sa kanilang kalat-kalat na kanipisan –

Langit ay mistulang hubad kung pagmasdan.

 

Mga puting ulap, minsan ay nagkukulay abo

Badya ay masamang panahon, bagyo’t ulan

Sa kapal, kalawakan nama’y nalalambungan

Na nagdudulot ng pagkulimlim sa kalupaan.

 

Ganyan din ang buhay, mayroong mga ulap –

Sila’y pangarap, maraming hugis, kaaya-aya

Silang sa buhay natin, ang dulot ay pag-asa

At sa bawa’t tao, mga hugis nila ay magkaiba.

 

Subali’t kung mamalasin ang isang nangarap

Ang magandang hugis nito’t kulay ay nag-iiba

Nagiging abo, nalulusaw, hanggang mawala –

Na sa kalooban ng iba, ang dulot ay panghihina.

 

Subali’t hindi dapat manimdim ang nakaranas

Dahil may kasabihang sa kabila nitong mga ulap

Ay may pag-asang nakalaan para sa ating lahat –

Basta magtiyaga upang matamo ang pangarap!

 

Rowena Soliano: Hardworking Single Mom from the Far Sarangani Province

Rowena Soliano: Hardworking Single Mom

From the Far Sarangani Province

By Apolinario Villalobos

 

Regular visitors of Isetan Mall along Recto refer to Rowena Soliano as the “girl in black”, although friends call her “Weng”. She hails from Sarangani Province in southern Mindanao. She’s got an exotic face and always chick in her tight-fitting black outfit, that make her stand out in a crowd of shoppers in the mall while delivering ordered snacks to patronizing employees. She also loves to braid her hair in various ways every day that adds to her being a stunning looker. She has been working with a coffee shop located on the fourth floor of the mall where the videoke area is located.

 

In 2013, she fell in love with a persistent suitor whom she thought was serious in his intention. Unfortunately, their relationship got sour and realizing that something was seriously wrong with their relationship, she broke up with him despite her being pregnant during the time. She went on with her job at the mall, but went home when she was about to deliver her baby. After a year in Sarangani, she went back to Manila and implored her employer to take her back. She left her baby girl, now almost two years old in the care of her mother, to whom she regularly sends money.

 

Her job at the coffee shop starts at 10AM when the mall opens until its closure at 9PM. She seldom finds time to sit down, as just when she arrives at their stall after a delivery, another set or more of ordered snacks are waiting to be delivered again.  Despite her hectic schedule, her smile never leaves her face. The only break she gets is when she had to take a late lunch – standing. Another short respite is for a stolen moment for light and late dinner, still taken standing.

 

She is fortunate to have found a kind employer, a reason enough for her to love her job. It was her first job when she arrived in Manila from Sarangani Province. When I had a lengthy talk with her, I told her about the international resort that Manny Pacquiao is putting up in Sarangani. She told me that she was also told about it by her mother. However, she has apprehensions if she could be given the chance to land a job in such big resort due to her insufficient educational attainment. She told me that she barely finished her high school. She is also aware that there are plenty of four-year course graduates in their province and in the field of tourism, yet.

 

Weng is the opitome of the struggling youth from the province who try their luck in the bustling city of Manila, some of whom are unfortunate to have ended as prostitutes that ply their trade along Avenida. Some became exotic dancers in discreet beerhouses in Recto, Caloocan, and Cubao. Like their elder contemporaries who brought with them their families and ended living on sidewalks while surviving on recyclable junks collected from garbage dumps, the youth from the provinces of Mindanao are left with no choice but take the risk of uncertainties in Manila, rather than be recruited by the New People’s Army (NPA) and Abu Sayyaf.

 

Sarangani, the province of Weng,  is already infiltrated with NPA and drug dealers. The tentacles of Abu Sayyaf which is notoriously known for its kidnap-for-ransom activities have also been wriggling around the area for a long time, too. Worst, job opportunities in Sarangani is like the proverbial needle in a haystack. These are available at General Santos City, the nearest urban area, but for hopefuls like Weng, no opportunity is left, considering the thousands of graduates from several colleges and universities around the southern Mindanao area every year.

 

How can we then blame provincials like Weng for coming to Manila and add up to the already teeming population of the city? Yet, those who have not experienced distressing life in the province just cannot restrain themselves from uttering hurting invectives.   And, practically adding salt to the wound, are the incessant and oft-repeated arrogant declarations of the president about jobs and progress that the country and the Filipinos are enjoying!…and, under his administration, yet!…but the big question is, where are they?

 

The Spirited Anna….with sightless left eye and dimming right one

The Spirited Anna…with sightless left eye

and dimming right one

by Apolinario Villalobos

 

I thought the woman whose name I learned was Anna,  and who was sitting on the pushcart was just too trusting by not counting the money that I gave her for the items that I chose from among her “buraot” items, until she told me that her right eye can barely see while her left eye was totally useless. Her sight had been defective since she was a girl. While growing up, she was desperate and a loner because of her deficiency until she met her husband who took good care of her.

 

Anna and her husband had been selling junk items for more than five years. They would spread their items on a piece of tarpaulin as early as six in the morning along the old railroad track now covered with pavement as early as six in the morning, just when the vegetable wholesalers are packing up. An hour later they would transfer to the corner of the Sto. Cristo St. where I found her. With their four children in tow, her husband would leave her to clean their other “buraot” items in the railroad track.

 

She smilingly told me that she and her husband have been setting aside money for their children from the meager daily earnings. Just like most of the hardworking scavengers of Divisoria, they live on the pushcart…or rather, beside their pushcart that are heaped with their junks at the end of the day. Their children are aged nine, seven, four and three years. Just before noon, she told me that they, already with lunch bought from a makeshift sidewalk eatery, would join her.

 

Our amiable conversation was cut short by a sudden and steady drizzle. I had to help Anna gather her items on their pushcart and cover them with two pieces of tarp that I brought with me, intended to be given to the vendors like her. We stayed on the covered sidewalk, and it was at this time that Anna got worried for her husband and children.  Not long afterward, a guy carrying two children, and two girls huffily came running and joined us.

 

As the pushcart was securely covered, I invited Anna and her family to the Jollibee outlet a few steps away. The eldest girl jumped and gleefully shouted when she heard the name. When we entered, other customers threw us inquisitive stares as the husband of Anna and the kids were dripping wet. It was their first time to enter the establishment and even taste its cheapest Yummy sandwich, but for such a happy occasion, I ordered the regular burger and spaghetti for each of them. While they were enjoying their sandwich, spaghetti, and Coke, they strike a picture of a happy family…of contentment, a far cry from many families that are virtually swimming in affluence, yet, not satisfied a bit. As a practice, I did not take their picture while enjoying their Jollibee meal, for I do not want the photo opportunity to come out as one done in exchange for something. So as not to instigate Anna and her husband to ask questions about me, I stopped asking more questions about their life….that way, I was happy not to be asked for my name, though, before we parted ways, I told them that the snacks were courtesy of a certain “Perla”. I was resolved, however, to see them again.

 

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.)