Mayor Dong listens to this woman's heartaches ... what can he do?
He busies himself on the cell phone, and gets results -- on lucky days.
By ALFREDO P HERNANDEZ
Editor, MWBuzz
IT IS HARD to imagine the office of Dong Padilla, the
first-term mayor of Jose Panganiban, CamNorte, without seeing a vendor or two
hanging around like lizards just next to his desk.
And it is difficult to imagine the mayor baby-sitting said
vendor without buying a piece or two of his ware – a “meryenda” of “turon” or “pan
de monay” laced with some “palaman”, or whatever it is that could be found in
his carrier-basket, something from which he could earn some few pesos.
Likewise, it is difficult to imagine him buying some without
offering the stuff to the people seated across his desk – mostly mothers and young women -- who
patiently would wait for him finish his job on the cell phone before expecting
him to ask - in his usual sweet voice: “Ano po ang atin, nanay? Ano po ang
atin, ate?”
Urging them to partake of the snacks he bought from the
vendor, who comfortably sat on the sofa
with his foodstuff either on his lap or sitting of the floor, Mayor Dong would
assure them: “sige na po … marami pa ho ‘yan… (please, have some, we got enough
for everybody …)
For the vendor who sat next to me on the sofa, the mayor’s offering
is like a cash machine banging and ringing with P50 bills and P10 coins.
The mayor discusses his push for mercury-free gold mining in his municipality, if not in the entire Philippines.
Well, in most mayor offices that I had seen as a journalist
in my youth in search of a story, this vendor – I’m certain – won’t get past
the second door after he entered the first on the first floor of the municipal
building.
Most likely, this vendor would have to do his business just
right there – on the first floor with the rest of people on errands.
But on most afternoons just before Mayor Dong would wind up
his mayoring business, this vendor would pop at the scene and settle him self
straight on the sofa. Lucky guy.
In my five or six days of hanging around Mayor Dong’s office
while chasing stories that I felt were important for your news tunnel – MWBuzz
– to carry on the next edition (of course, for the benefit of my Mambulaoan
readers), I also had benefited from the mayor’s merienda-bonanza.
I did not want to. But as they usually say, if you cannot lick
them, just join them and enjoy a happy life unfolding right before you.
So, I snacked with the callers – the snacks courtesy of
Mayor Dong, who also had snacked with us, gleefully.
This mayor has never known me from Adam, never seen me in
his lifetime before.
Except that he knows “Alfredo P Hernandez”, which happened
to be my name, but had not matched it with a face – the face of a 64-year-old
bum.
One early afternoon, he got wind that “Hernandez” was
bumming around the office adjacent to his – the one that separates his office
from that of Vice-Mayor Ariel Non’s -- making all sort of inquiries about a lot
of things Mambulao, for possible stories to run in MWBuzz.
In a fleeting glance, I saw him huddled with his trusted
staff, threw a missile-like glance targeting me. Seconds, later, the staff was
pacing the floor of the all-in-sundries office towards me.
“Sir Freddie … kung pwede daw pong mag-join kayo kay Mayor
Dong …” was what he said to me in low-keyed voice.
He assumed that I was “Hernandez”, having seen that I was
the only stranger sticking out from my head that moment.
From the swivel chair where he sat, the mayor had
immediately isolated me from the rest of those moving around this office – he’s
familiar with them like the back of his smooth, whitish palm and I, standing
here, stood out. He could not be mistaken.
Tipong hindi taga-Mambulao, pero mukhang taga-rito in some
ways or the other.
So, I followed the staff until I was face to face with “Idol”.
“Kuya Freddie … I’m glad dinalaw po ninyo ako…” he said,
grabbing my right hand with his two – firm and warm. I felt the warm hands of a
“politico”. But then, it was not so … he was welcoming me as a new friend.
“Kuya Freddie, you don’t look your age, as you have claimed
in some of your stories …”
“Meyor …” I preambled as we shook hands, “naghahanap lang po
ako ng istorya (Mayor, I’m looking for stories).
He knew what I meant. Or I supposed he knew why I was in his
office, aware that I was writing for Mambulaoans Worldwide Buzz, or MWBuzz, for
short.
“Marami po tayong magagandang balita para sa ating mga kababayan
… at palagay ko alam mo rin kung ano iyon … di ba Kuya Freddie …?”
“Right, Mayor Dong …” I told him. “In fact, may pasalubong po
ako sa inyo …”
Hearing the word “pasalubong”, he became curious.
“Talaga …?”
Without belaboring on it, I fished from my breast pocket a
small piece of paper – a sales invoice from the local store -- Pure Gold
Hardware.
I told him: That’s 23 bags of cement for your baranggay road
cementing project … I’m a supporter, Sir, along with my mom, Mrs Elvira P
Hernandez, of (baranggay) Parang.”
“Konti lang yan, Sir, seguro mga dalawang dipang haba ng
kalsada … pero (it’s coming) from the heart,” I said.
He was surprised if not flattered. For it was not expected
from someone snooping around for news stuff.
“Napakalaking tulong po para sa ating proyektong
pagsesemento ng ating mga kalsada … maraming salamat po, Kuya Freddie …”
I would like to guess those bags of cement that I presented
the mayor immediately “cemented” our bonding as fellow Mambulaoans.
So, during the next six days that followed while I was
vacationing in Parang (and in time for the 65th general alumni
homecoming o JPHS), I became an instant, after-lunch fixture at the Mayor’s
Office.
Funny is that, Mayor Dong had urged me, almost every time,
to join him in entertaining his many callers, whose streaming into his office
had never seemed to cease, heaping on his desk problems – from bus fare to
Manila or to Bicol to medical assistance, from job referrals to baranggay
affair’s funding contribution to funeral money, from scholarship recommendation
to simply just to have an opportunity to meet him in person.
This is the same stuff every day – a staple in the mayor’s
daily governance of more than 50,000 from 27 baranggays across the
municipality.
But instead of joining him to discuss the issues with his
visiting constituents, I begged of, telling him that I would rather just be an
observer.
First and foremost, I am a journalist and would like to see
everything from my totem pole. This way, I would be able to see objectively and
report with fairness -- well, as much as possible.
But then, in most times, I couldn’t prevail upon the mayor’s
wish whenever he had asked me to pitch in on matters that would interest MWBuzz
readers.
So, I just did, and in so doing, gave me a first-hand
knowledge about what was happening in the municipality, especially on projects
that are dear to almost Mambulaoans, such the baranggay road cementing project,
the farm-to-market road project, the waste disposal program involving the
so-called MRF or “material recovery facility” to be set up in Larap, the
finances of his government, the Parang beach cleanup, the recent tailings pond
disaster at the mining camp of Johson Gold Mining Corporation, the Pag-asa
resort development project, the ultra-sound program for women, the municipal
scholarship program through TESDA, and so on and so forth.
One day, the mayor tickled me to the bone.
When he spoke as the inspirational guest speaker at the JPHS
general alumni homecoming on that sweltering day of April 28, 2012, Mayor Dong made
reference to our long discussion the night before on how to bring the goodies effectively
to Mambulaoans -- through good governance.
In this inspiring speech, he mentioned my name, alongside my
buddy Samuel Tatom’s – not in vain and in positive tone at that – about three
or four times. I surmised that it was an indication how he valued my input to
our discussion as well as that of Sam’s.
Above the door to the Mayor’s Office is a happy signboard:
Tuloy Po Kayo.
Maybe, for many Mambulaoans, especially the less-privileged,
the ordinary ones, the martginalized and the hand-to-mouths, that’s the key
that has opened the door to Mayor Dong’s office.
And of course, to his heart.
For feedback, emal: ahernandez@thenational.com.pg and alfredophernandez@y7mail.com
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