Jeepney Diary v.0.0.0000001
November 20, 2006 by iamdoods
I hailed a jeepney and was on my way to the office. I couldn’t help it; their voices were loud enough for everyone on a 21-seater jeepney to hear. There was an old woman and an older man. As with their story, they came from the Electric Company paying their bills and complained about confiscating their meter reader, because it was illegal. They are aware of it and they reason out that they don’t have any electricity in the area and the Electric Company won’t process their application because there is no electric post in the area. So, decide for the illegal connection than having no light at all. Well, in my opinion, when God said, "Let there be light", He did not ask for everyone to get a meter reader. 
The story went and the topic was on poverty. Pardon me, the trip was about 30 minutes so the story telling was so much. They talked about their neighbors going abroad. The woman asked the man for confirmation if his wife was in a place in Middle East as a domestic helper. And he affirmed. Most of their neighbors were now working abroad and the woman hated THE PLACE she mentioned. She talked about a neighbor’s daughter who was abused in THAT PLACE with a gruesome detail on how she was maltreated and not fed well. I couldn’t help but fell sorry for the man’s wife. I just kept my mood and did not bother to look at the man’s reaction after hearing such story. He might be wondering what his wife is doing write now. How is she treated by her bosses there? The talk move on some of the details the woman "gathered" from her reliable sources about the place. That this man who worked as a security guard for the airport told her that everyday, a coffin always arrive in Davao that came from THE PLACE. Now, I’m getting chilled. Another story was about a girl couldn’t come home to Davao because her employer have her passport and with the help of the City Mayor, she was able to come home. Then a separate story about a friend of the same girl jumped off the window of their apartment and died because she didn’t want to get raped by her employer. (Employers! Next time ask gently!) And then another girl who surrendered to the embassy because her boss accused her of stealing money, so she decided to surrender to the police with the help of the embassy rather than to her employer, who is supposed to be a high ranking police officer. That she would rather surrender to the police than to her boss, something bad might happen to her if she did.
Imagine the horror of the story, in your face, and knowing one of your love-ones is working in that place. Everyone on the jeepney is feeling a little irritated for a fact that everyone knew that the man’s wife is working in THE PLACE. But still he was calm as he responded to the woman and asking questions. When they arrived at their place, I took a look at the man’s face to see his reaction. He was looking back, maybe waiting for our reaction, and gave us a grin!
Nice.
ya ok nice but your usage of prepositions is a little sloppy. tenses need to be cleaned up too. to give it some unity.
hahaha… kabalo jud ko, i was waiting for this day… thanks!
Doods, that story is very common here in Kuwait, I even read the Arab Times one day that a Pinay has been raped repeatedly for more than 200 different nationality, she was promised to land a good job by a Bangladish guy but then she was fooled and brought to an apartment for 1 month and started raping and sold her for 20KD per customer, really its disgusting. Luckily she was escaped and treated in a local hospital for severe condition she was pregnant and hopeless in life.