Leaving in the city is quite fast-pacing compare to the life in the rural areas. But it is rewarding too because you don’t have to walk miles away anytime of the day, since all kinds of transportation are accessible near or far destination. These amenities that city life gives not only comfort but also polluted air that we breathe. Heap piles of garbage from the dense populated city do contribute as pollutants. Factories have this kind of hazardous smoke that completes the list of pollutant contributor.

Davao city is not that worst yet because the city has thorough study on city zoning plan. Except for the vehicular smoke which cannot be prevented, factories here are located in a place with exact buffer zone not to disturb residence of nearby subdivision. We also had a proper garbage disposal, all garbage here are collected daily and brought to the smoky mountain in very far flung areas to avoid flies swarming. If you happen to visit any residential area here you can see two or more trees planted in the yard. Trees can help purify air. What you can see in EcoQuest international fresh air brochure, you can see in Davao city too. It’s a matter of good governance to come up with this kind of atmosphere.

This morning I have my time spared for watching television. I was resting as well, because I had bad back pain which I really had to take some break. I am hook on the show at cable channel, like national geographic, travel and living, discovery channel and many more. This morning discovery channel had their documentary film: which was all about the native living in the rainforest of West Papua New Guinea. I had my fascination watching those films, though it has nothing to do with what I am doing in life. My children teased me often times that I was a Kombai (one of the tribe in the rain forest of Papua New Guinea). I don’t know sometimes, it made me think they were just fixated character but not at all, they were genuine people in flesh and blood.

This morning was all about the Mek tribe. These people wore nothing except the adult male have their pennies’ inserted in koteka gourd that the flesh was extracted after it is grilled. The women have grass netting made into like a skirt. These people were real survivor. They farm and eat sweet potatoes. They sometimes hunt unto the forest, where the only catch they had is a small lizard. But the first time I saw them on television their houses were still build up on the highest tree they had. Today houses are built in land.

Mark and Olly who filmed their lives were there a year ago. That time these people had no farm at all. When they had their merry making they simply chopped down tree they called sago, extracting the flour which according to Mark and Olly: it has the most disgusting taste, it is very dry too, and that it is almost impossible to swallow. They also let the trunk to rotten and collect all the beetle larvae inside the trunk for the merry making.

Though this time around, their lives are a lot better, thanks the two American gentle men who at least give them maybe some hints on planting and harvesting their own food. Now they plant potatoes already. They have chicken and pigs also.

They marry and have children and their children just grow up with out the comfort of warm blanket. I can see children begging alms in the place I live, it hurts I can utter in silence that God is not fair. Now it hurts that these Mek tribe didn’t even know money and clothes. They also had a small knowledge on producing their own crops. No wonder they have a very low life expectancy. The oldest among them is forty seven. I wish that they also can have their way to civilization so their lives will improve more.

I was 11 years old when I have my first suitor. He was at my age too, but I wonder how this boy know about courting when at that time, my younger sister and me were just being good on playing a sarisari store owner and costumer using flowers and fruit as our goods. I hate rohing for doing so, because he has black and decaying teeth.

When my mom learned about rohing. She stopped me from going anywhere where I can possibly meet the boy.One time when our barrio held the fiesta celebration. I insisted to go that my mom firmly say no.When asked her why, she said it’s not easy to breastfeed a baby. I never won on mother’s will, so I stay in the house while my brother and sister went and watched the program. I felt bad missing the only entertainment we can enjoy.

After a year we learned that rohing got married to a girl who was twelve years old. They lived together because they can’t have their license. During those days I feel relieve because I’m free with the teasing that my sibling do to me.

At twenty I got married and have my first baby at twenty three. I really forgot rohing already but when I visit my sister’s house he and his wife was then a visitor of my sister too. My sister then introduce me to her visitors. While I am breastfeeding my first born, rohing’s wife was breastfeeding her eight child. Normally when the baby suck on your breast the other breast will also release milk. But in the case of rohing’s wife it did not where as my breast is like a fountain. Then she started talking to me;good for you you have so much milk for your baby, yes I have because I always take much liquid, so I can have more milk everyday. As I look at her she can’t have much milk because she was so thin and weak. The couple were hard up.

Then I remember why, mother told me that breastfeeding is not easy, when I find it the easiest thing I’ve done in my entire work as a wife and a mother. My mother just told me those things because she could not yet explain to me directly what really are the obligations to become a parents. Yes my mother was right because when rohing courted me I realized it was not a boyish thing. His brain grew ten years older than his body. Though my mom lied to me, I appreciate and love her so much for being responsible. She just wants us to grow, to mature before we will go into a relationship that might lead to building a family of our own.

My hectic time begins on Monday all of my family will be going out. My husband ,eldest daughter and a brother next to her will be going to work.My third child, fourth and the fifth will be going to school.This activity keeps going up to Friday. I’ll be left alone in the house with all the chores to finish. This is my world for 27 years. I to see to it that everything will be fine as they come home.Routienenirary and tiring too because I am not a robot. I am plastic if I say I have no regret at all but at the end of the day , I can say I have chosen the best career in the world.And thats being the full time mother to my five children.To me no amount of success in the field of commerce can ever compensate my reward.I am very proud that we have raised our children to become a responsible individual.Thus our two children have finish their college degree and got a descent job while three of them are still schooling.This things made me happy and very proud.I know i don’t earn a penny to augment the income of my husband but the biggest contribution I’ve made is the fact that my children is on the right track.All of these will not change as long as i live, maybe something might be edit as my youngest finish his school.Tiring but rewarding, in my second life I still have to choose my old career…. Thanks for reading my blog.