Zamboanga of my dreams (Part 10) PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, 16 April 2014 11:18



Again, I lost my momentum. My dreams and reminiscences were rudely interrupted by bad dreams or nightmares. For one September morning, we were frightened out of our wits by fighting, an MNLF attack or siege, which became a crisis.

In the months that followed we discovered unsung heroes from different sectors.

In the darkness of the night we prayed to the LORD and the LORD saw us through, as we chanted our lament to our Mother La Virgen del Pilar. Our national flag is seen flying over City Hall.

Certain areas were ravaged. A coinage of words like “Grabe Man”, “nada” showed local color, enlivened us. The Zamboangueno psyche, in unison, cried out “Levanta Zamboanga”.

Our lives were severely disrupted, so to say. But we began again “to put a spin on the ball” and “picked up the thread of our lives.

I hear the singing of the children “Let it be”.

Our lives which have lost it’s vigor, filled with malaise, at long last, we find ourselves deep in our Lenten reflection. In this period we take stocks of our suffering, sacrifice, and make a general overhaul. In a keening moment, we mourn the crucifixion of Jesus Christ but rejoice in His resurrection.

In our daily struggles, I always find relevance in the poem “The Hound of Heaven” by a English poet Gerard Manley Hopkins. In the midst of our daily lives, we feel God’s presence by the hounds of God that pursue us, affirming God’s concern for us. And so again, we find courage, and strength to go on.

And so, I begin again to dream, after a long, long time. I go back to the years 1948- 52. The years, were still of reconstruction, but I find myself now a high school student. I revisit Zamboanga City High School, my academic home for four years.

(To be continued)