Thursday, September 6, 2018

Meant2BMotherLand


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Every day of my life here at Newtown, I walk a few meters to catch the 907 bus at Margaret St at St Mary’s College stop. Yes, I’d have to admit, I do look forward to bus rides here at Toowoomba. It’s lazy time to get your mind off things. Imagine all the driving that I need to do at Binan and Binan-QC-Marikina. And so, I welcome having my hands off the wheel and have another citizen of this land do all the driving4me.

I see my stop, and so there she is again. The old strong looking lady by the street, watching out for the pedestrian. She is one woman who must love her job dearly,  and does it pretty well I must say. She’d stay in her place to guard the kids and the traffic so they won’t get into each others’ way. Not only that…she is pretty strict about where to wait, where to cross and where cars should stop. And when it is time for her to demand a STOP by placing that stop sign in the middle of the street, she got everyone’s attention on her. It’s as if time practically STOPS for her.

One time and to my surprise, I didn’t see this uniformed lady on the street. Instead, she has donned her pastel colored top and practical slacks and shoes in place of her heavy uniform. She was seated at my usual place where I wait for the bus to arrive. She goes on to talk about her life and seemed to be  satisfied with her job. I figure she must have really found a job she can live with for the rest of her life. And at my age, which may be closer to her than my M&M’s,
I see myself in her more than the school kids she takes good care of while crossing the street

So I was thinking, would I have the guts to trade living my life in the current state of the Phils for this kind of life, her job and her bit of comfort (& discomfort) in return for the hard work she puts in. Then I thought, not. In the first place, I simply do not have the talent nor skill for such immense focus to be on the job for maybe 1.5 straight hours in the morning under whatever kind of weather. My mind is too restless to start with. I have too many inner speeches and daydreams. My emotions get the bit of me on certain days. I would not last long as for sure, I’ll get run over by a bus.

For a minute there, I stopped and thought, really thought, gee, for once, why am I even considering this at all. But I did.  For what has become of my motherland these days.

I hopped on the 907, put on my shades and tried to stop the tears from falling.  Painful tears of a kind I’ve never had b4. It started a bit last night, then again when I woke up at 6am to see the news. Everything was there—we are pretty much getting worse by the day.  No matter how I try to insulate myself from the pain and anger, I just can’t. I almost decided against going to school today. But I thought perhaps walking in the cold would help it all go away.

It didn’t. It just wouldn’t.

This must how Rizal, Bonifacio and Mabini have felt when they penned their pains in poetry – love for  motherland which I don’t even know where this damning kind of love comes from.

But this I know in my heart & trying  hard2holdon2:  I am meant2b where I am as this is the only way I intend to live with my choice to keep on being a Filipino in my homeland. When I get old as this old lady, I shall look back to these days, and THIS pain, when what I can only hold on to are my M&Ms and my PhD. This is my way of making sense of what has come upon us. I vow to live THIS life, and spend the last of my days as Filipino educator, and say to this f****** leader, IT IS YOU and your f****** kampon who shall die in vain, NOT I. I shall continue to live, older than this old lady if I have to in order to see that day…to the very end.

How about tweeting those last words in my Twitter2B profile?





2 comments:

  1. I guess we are in this together. For us hopelessness is like an ingrown nail. It is bothersome but it cannot stop us from walking. But when you drop something on it it hurts as hell. This election is a corner that our toes have hit.

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  2. Kalayaan mo, kalayaan ko'y, iisa :)

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