Manila, My Manila

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Manila, My Manila is a letter of gratitude and hope to the place where the Letter Writer has been born and raised.

Manila, My Manila,

How are you these days? I do not regularly see you as often as I did as a child and a growing up woman. Has nature been kind to you, kinder than most humans have been?

I miss seeing you but I need to stay away for a while. I need to work and live in a quieter place. From where I used to stay, I can no longer do that. There is just too much noise, too much pollution, and too many people who know nothing but to live for themselves. They see nothing wrong when their dogs choose to relieve themselves in front of our house. They see nothing wrong when they occupy the whole alley for a drinking spree and we have to excuse ourselves every time we need to pass so they will grudgingly move. They see nothing wrong when they sing full-blast from morning to night because there is a celebration. They see nothing wrong until someone else does it to them then all hell breaks loose.

Every time I come and visit you, I have to be more careful because danger seems to be a pervading reality. I cannot afford to let my guard down lest someone thinks I am the perfect victim to the latest modus operandi. I used to wonder why every known trick can be found in Manila. Now, I wonder no more. I know that it is not because the city is bad but because of the natural consequence of having a large influx of people. The more people there are, the more opportunities there are for the bad elements to practice their craft. It seems however that nothing can make me totally stay away from you.

I miss the old Manila though when people were a lot kinder and the streets a lot cleaner. Crimes were sensational because they were not as common as they are now. I know these are not unique in Manila. Heck, they are happening even in the best cities in the world but they are not my city. If only there was a way to exempt you from the negative impact of progress, I would have gotten it and gave it to you.

Manila, you are my place of origin. I have seen enough of your glory days to know that you can still regain that stature. Stand up Manila, make me want to come back to you. Make me feel that my family will be safe in you. Do not allow the devastation brought on by man defeat you.

Don’t ever think that I have forgotten, for in my heart you will always be Manila, my Manila.

Letter Writer

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Teresa Martinez

A freelance researcher-writer who has continuously been in such field for more than 10 years. Previous to that, her work experiences are in the banking, advertising, and cooperative industries. More of her work in Google+

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One Response to “Manila, My Manila”

  1. chicalgene says:

    I love this letter! Ohhhh I know there are many people out there who miss living in Manila and enjoying its beauty 🙂

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