I have lived most of my life in the quaint little town of
The once pristine and flowing river, site of many joyous fluvial processions of years past, has become a huge garbage dump. On our streets, discipline is now more of the exception than the norm. Both pedestrians and motorists do not follow basic road rules and courtesy. Street, narrow as they already are, are made into private parking spaces and public terminals for jeepneys and tricycles. Sidewalks are lined with rows after rows of illegal stalls. Where else can you see people walking on the streets and competing with precious space against vehicles because the vendors have taken over the sidewalks, even on the bridge itself? If you can drive through Pateros, you can drive anywhere else with ease.
Drug use, and all its attendant vices, is a silent menace that is slowly but surely eating up the very foundation of our society – our youth. That house on
Pateros is a proud and noble town. Small as we are, we refused to be subjugated by any of the big cities that surround us. We remain, and shall remain a free and independent municipality. Unfortunately, we seem to have given up on our town. Most old families have left. Those who chose to stay behind seem resigned to helplessly watch as our town continue its fatal descent into the dark abyss. We handed the reins of government to younger leaders in the hope that they will have the willpower and the vigor to implement positive changes. Almost a year after the elections of May 2007, all these remain to be promises.
We need true leaders who will lead us out of the dark night that has engulfed of beloved town in darkness for too long. We need leaders who will leave the comfort of their homes and offices, roll up their sleeves and dirty their hands in working to redeem the dignity of our beloved town. We need leaders who can stand up against our mighty neighbor cities in defense of our town’s resources and welfare. We need leaders who can bring back order and discipline in our streets, who can arrest the rapid decline in morality and inspire people to become responsible citizens. We need leaders who can unite families and communities to work towards a common vision. When we see this leadership emerge amidst the decay and chaos, there will be hope that we can still recover from all these and bring back the quaint little town that we all call our home. We need that leadership now more than ever.
Mine is but a little voice of one who still hope that positive and significant change can be achieved in my lifetime, just as I have seen in my lifetime how this beloved town has deteriorated. In the vastness of cyberspace, this little voice will be heard, in the hope that people who love this town may find their own voices as well.
* Special thanks to Elmer Nocheseda for allowing me to use some of his wonderful photos of Pateros in this blog. The collage used in the Title box was made of photos from his collection.
2 comments:
Hello-
Your site is so uplifting and inspiring. You write with a pure heart which is a rarity nowadays.
Arissa
PS- Your site was sent to me by my aunt whose daughter Jen lost her husband a few months ago. Thank you for writing such a moving tribute.
Hi Dennis,
I corresponded with you earlier seeking your permission to include your poem Awit Para Sa Mga Mamamalakaya in my book Pateros in My Spirit. Hope you will approve. Hereunder is how it will be presented with English translation. Thanks! Federico A. Espiritu- feddieaespiritu@gmail.com
But this sentiment of a Paterosino blogger-poet Dennis Concepcion who brands himself Munting Tinig ng Pateros (Little Voice of Pateros) being dedicated to the plight of overseas Filipinos, touches the heart with his contemporary verses posted in April 19, 2008:
AWIT PARA SA MGA MAMAMALAKAYA ODE TO FISHERS
Tinig ng dagat ay awit Call beyond the seas is
music
haplos ng alon ay gabay. kiss of waves is guiding
beacon
Saan nga ba patutungo Where do go from beyond
yaring paglalakbay sa buhay? in this sojurn of life?
Malalayong lupain ay tinanaw Yonder lands peeked
kapalaran sa kanila ay isinugal. destiny in distant soil
staked.
Bakit ang sariling dalampasigan Why in our own coast
ay naging maramot sa kasaganaan? prosperity becomes stingy?
Sa kalawakan ng karagatan In the vastness of expanse
oceans
lambat ay tila walang katuturan. net of endeavours seem
devoid of sense.
Paano nga bang makikibahagi How then can one partake
sa yaman kundi sa pagpupunyagi? of affluence if not for
perseverance?
Malupit na unos ay di alintana Cruel tempest are thus
ignored
sa Poong Maykapal ay manalig. in the Almighty Lord we
embrace
Dito sa ating pamamalakaya In this fishing expedition
tanging sandigan ay pananampalataya. the only buttressing pillar
is faith.
Sa kadiliman ng kalawakan In the ebony heavenly skies
mga bituin tila nagmamatyag, bunches of stars peer,
umagang kay gandang bukang-liwayway mornings of georgeous
sunrise
sa dalampasigan doon ay naghihintay. at the coast will be in
waiting.
Sulong mga mamamalakaya! March yonder fishers of
fate!
Kirot ng braso’y di alintana Bear distressing arm’s pain
ang paglalayag sa karagatan that this journey in sea of
destiny
hatid ay mithing kasaganahan. springs obsessed glory.
Dennis wrote the ode as tribute among friends and family in Pateros who left the country, escaped galloping struggles at home, suffered hardship life of fishing expedition in strangelands and endured melancholic if not poignant emotions in the unnerving lonesome first days and nights abroad, just to fulfill the dreams and needs of loved ones. Like me, Dennis feels fortunate to have frolicked in the clean river of Pateros during our childhood. Along with two sisters, they often visited the house of their Ti Leony on the bank of the river in Aguho. There, like any children of a diminishing era, they bathed, played and enjoyed boating amidst the idyllic panorama as they paddled in the clear streaming waters of pristine Pateros River. Then and later, both poet Pete Lacaba and Dennis Concepcion poured out their verses of grief over consequential transformation of their riverine, hometown, and kababayans' lives.
No matter what and wherever we are, Paterosinos always nurturing the nostalgia and desire of coming home.
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