Walking the Streets of Cebu City

Walking the Streets of Cebu City

July 30, 2008, 4:23 pm
***07 01 2008


I was restless today this July 01, 2008. I woke up very early and decided to walk around Cebu.  My gym opens at around 6 am so I have lots of time to kill.  I decided I would walk around a bit.  Early morning air was good for the body and walking would be good for the heart.  I decided I would look at some streets in older parts of Cebu.  The Carbon district is one of the older places to visit.  The district dates back to the Spanish times in the early 1650s.  I would walk around the city regardless of the vagrants and threats of criminality that I've heard that was now rampant.  Around 3:00 am, I started walking from Capitol and decided my route would end at DFA or the Postal Office.  Early for jogging the streets, I decided to just walk...I wonder if I would know the intimate City first hand... Heck, I want to discover Colon and Carbon touted as the Binondo of Cebu.  I wanted to see the streets and the structures this time without the people.  I thought I would see very few people about but I passed early vendors, delivery trucks, early sweepers and people buying food in the stall market... Some were preparing their goods and while some were unloading delivery from the port and other provinces.. I discovered more than I bargained for.  I was shocked to see that in this bustling city people sleeping outside in some parts of the city... Perhaps they were vendors too late to go home and staying after closing or arriving too early before opening their stalls.  One could be naive if one wants too.  It occurred to me that despite the City of Cebu's development and potentials some might be left out literally in the streets... In Singapore, I would say that you could not stay and sleep outside because of the strict curfew law and in America sleeping for just a night would kill you from hypothermia at a certain time of the year — dead winter perhaps.  That is not to say there are never poor people in those countries... I remember once when I was in US, a 6′ 2″ colored person asking for a dollar at Brooklyn station.  He obviously decided he could intimidate some dollars from passersby.  With our temperate climate we could survive with just a headache after sleeping several nights.  I tried sleeping under the stars for several nights when there was an all out city blackout due to generator failure and that gave me a big headache.  If it was raining it would be very uncomfortable but would still have cover from buildings.  A typhoon is another thing though... I know that these were people displaced from there homes. The government is very tolerant and I guess the municipalities just follow suit... Sickness and ails would catch up with us eventually but these fellow Filipinos would have them sooner... Death would come sooner to all of us though... A few were scattered in corners and sheds but as I came nearer the church district.  I passed a group of around a hundred prone figures.  I still thought they would be rallyists or workers on strike to be such a large number...but I guess I was wrong.  Some of the shadows were stirring in sleep and some repose as if in death, I am ashamed... The coolness of the night at 3:30 am in the morning barely made me aware of the misty stagnant air of dirt and rotting garbage. .. Human feces and body sweat rose up very distinct now...This is the city I have come to love for almost a year now...A city I had admired since childhood and where I decided to stay for good.  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay....  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around.  In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons. The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  I am ashamed… The coolness of the night at 3:30 am in morning barely made me aware of the misty stagnant air of dirt and rotting garbage… Human feces and body sweat rose up very distinct now… This is the city ​​I have come to love for almost a year now...A city I had admired since childhood and where I decided to stay for good.  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay....  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around.  In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits? Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons.  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  I am ashamed… The coolness of the night at 3:30 am in morning barely made me aware of the misty stagnant air of dirt and rotting garbage… Human feces and body sweat rose up very distinct now… This is the city ​​I have come to love for almost a year now...A city I had admired since childhood and where I decided to stay for good.  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay....  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around. In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons.  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  30 am in morning barely made me aware of the misty stagnant air of dirt and rotting garbage… Human feces and body sweat rose up very distinct now… This is the city I have come to love for almost a year now… A city I had admired since childhood and where I decided to stay for good.  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay....  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around. In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons.  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  30 am in morning barely made me aware of the misty stagnant air of dirt and rotting garbage… Human feces and body sweat rose up very distinct now… This is the city I have come to love for almost a year now… A city I had admired since childhood and where I decided to stay for good.  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay....  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around. In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons.  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay.. ..  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around.  In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons. The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  I heard some stories of poverty... I knew these sights would be the same as in some parts of Manila that I have seen... Progress has its price... a very big price to pay.. ..  I could not avert my eyes and I have to see them....  to look closer if these were really happening or just a surreal image — a fiction perhaps urban legend....  I wanted to intrude and wake up one of the shadows.  I found that they were mostly aged people ..tens of tens of them... I know how my grandparents acted even in their worst crisis in sickness, senility and even at their deathbed but to see each one reflect an emotion familiar yet not familiar -indignity, witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around.  In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons. The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect.  I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around.  In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons.  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …  witlessness, and defeat were emotions that flashed before me– multiplied in tens, it was an indescribable feeling of neglect. I saw movement, thrashing and heard someone moan, another cough and one groan, some were already waking up probably to relieve themselves or prepare for bath.  A pump on one part of a condemned building serves as cover and bathhouse....  Coming closer I saw a few aged men in briefs already taking a bath... taking advantage of others still asleep.. I couldn't help not look ... a different kind of curiosity came over me.  They keep their regimen of waking up early to prepare themselves… I remember that was how my grandparents do out of habit and bad bladder control… Like my older parents nowadays– keeping busy, smelling the fresh morning air and exercising… sometime we could blame it to insomnia... The few women and men already up hurried around.  In a few hours, people would be milling and walking on their sleeping bodies if they do not remove themselves from the pavement... Where is their retirement benefits?  Cebu now is in a State of Calamity from past typhoons.  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change...  The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum... The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change... The typhoon even affected neighboring countries this month of June and July 2008... No one could be that prepared for the series of typhoons on this part of the year that hit the Philippines... This was aggravated by rising costs in petroleum.. The normal exodus of people to the big city has complicated matters too... Cebu is a fast growing city but do we sacrifice lives unnecessarily through neglect and apathy?... I see few hope for us if we could not help our country's pillars of wisdom and well of experiences.  If Filipinos would not help one another... these same people would be taken advantage of and left out to pasture in the city unappreciated, preyed always by vagrants... If we could only offer hope of building dignity and compassion up again we could make a marked change …

A block away were covered stalls of fresh flowers and candles to be sold.  Offerings for the Catholic God.  Across was the closed Church of Sto.  Niño and near it were other churches to early to be open... -a patron god child image tasked to save and bring hope against the worst that life could bring... How tragic life could be... This so bothers me as a Filipino.  I could not reconcile what one could do that would address this without the help of many people together...
All the limelight here shines on politicians and entertainment personalities... We always criticize and always tear down what our opponents build.  This is the crab mentality that we practice and have a habit that we bury ourselves in.  We cannot care for the elderly yet we challenge them for survival, take from them their wisdom, constantly sap their love, wring years of support, forget their caring.  We bring them to the chaos of rallies, dissent, criminality, harassment, delays of bills and laws that should address their welfare and sometimes sexual abuse.  If we could prepare the future for our children we could look to the beginning to nourish our elders.

I see the marked difference of other Filipinos in bed still also waking up from drunken spree past 1 pm to start again the cycle and of some just whiling away at gossips and glorifying whiter skin and fairer complexion.  Beauty defined the metrics of success... Money used for too fleeting concerns.  Age never qualified for it. Exodus brings progress but it brings unnecessary pain... There are a lot of drugs on the street here, too... gang war with fraternities as we see the graffiti on every walls around... the practice of youths with too much time on their hands marking their territories and daring themselves to do the next level...that is also life unavoidable... of the many prostitutes, transvestites and hosts that abound here... it colors the perception and concerns... with people misled, taken advantaged off and/or taking advantage on others whichever side we put ourselves on... hope is hard to find... This is the city of life, development and progress...

I wonder when the majority of the Filipino people would start to save enough to protect their retirement and future... When elderly people are neglected they have nothing to draw from... Most are obliged in their old years to keep supporting their children' lifestyle, grand children' daily meals and comfort while their own grown up children work or some enjoy uncomplicated existences and make more children... I would always scold if ever I see that grandparents were left with youngsters... they should have quality time with these treasures too but to enjoy them not to raise them up after raising up ungrateful sons or daughters...to have something behind them to support themselves when they need to... To own or live in a house that could not be taken away from them and where to enjoy the fruits of their labor if not their simple retirement.  I see a lot of our elderly sleeping across the pavements of churches in Cebu City even in Manila drawn to the pious structures and people who live there and worship there... Some forgotten and others on daily pilgrimage uncared for in the years way past after their own children would have their own family... I remember the images and would remember still that people live barely covered with cartons... There are tens of tens of them still here... Calamity victims and would be victims again when the next typhoon comes in August....

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