In choosing to live here, I wonder if we fully realize all that is involved. I live in Roosevelt, Dinilupihan Bataan. While I was at the city hall I asked why there was no trash collection in my barangay. Their response being, that it was to far from Dinilupihan for the truck to go.
Now using their logic, I asked them if I could give that same reason for why I’m not paying my property taxes this year, because it’s too far for my car to go. That left the entire building scratching their heads. But I paid the tax.
When I first purchased the land ten years ago, the road from the National Highway was uphill and dirt. I required 67 large dump trucks full of dirt to level my land. Of course the trucks destroyed the uphill section of the road. I hired a crew of local unemployed laborers, purchased cement, steel bar, sand, and gravel then fixed the road since I felt it was my fault that it was a mess.
Three days later (after all the work was done) we were blessed with arrival of all the Barangay Officials taking pictures and credit for the new section of road. They then re-named the street after one of them. Yet, since my low to the ground car could now reach my house I felt that all was good and normal here in paradise.
Two years later during the rainy season, they showed up to pave the road, from the highway to my next door neighbor, skipped the front of my house and started up the hill finishing it all in four days. Hard to believe; think about the logic, as it was explained to me. In the front of my house there are patches of broken asphalt put in by the original owner of the land, so leaving that section undone it is more cost effective. Hell you can’t fight logic like that, but next election they will finish the road!
Swiftly moving towards the 2010 election, here comes the road crew, cement trucks right behind, they went right past my house and up the hill laying a new section of road. When my el Kaptain came by, I asked if my section would also be done soon. I knew the answer when I saw the hand reach up to scratch his head, all I could do was smile, he smiled in return, and we had a cold San Magoo and spoke of other things. For I know, as the stars are in the heavens, that someday it will come to pass. The road will be fully paved, just not this year.
The one good thing is the young boys in my Purok can’t spray paint their undying love for their girl friend in the sand in front of my house. Although one young man did spray paint on my gate, and signed his name. He’s in love, just not bright. I spoke with his father and the problem was solved. His dad told me the sad part was that the girl on my gate was not interested in the artist. Unrequited love and he had to clean the gate too!
It’s my road and I choose to live here. Paved or not!