Poets, Patriots, and the Trees

Trees teach me a hundred lessons – and still counting. I admire the strength of a tree. I am amazed at its patience, persistence, and perseverance. I honor its generosity to my race.

At home, I planted Molave Tree (Tugas) beside the fast-growing Narra which was planted by my father. The last time I visited home, I saw how Molave Tree which I planted four years ago grew. Its green leaves looked very gratifying.

Perhaps, trees are so inspiring that it nurtures and continuously nourish the poet’s spirit. Perhaps, trees is an epic that it motivates heroes to fearlessly shed their blood.

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Sweet Memories in MIT

My visit to my college ‘boarding house’ was a concoction of excitement, joy, sadness, guilt, and fear.

I was excited to see my bestfriend who after several years went back to college year’s ‘home’. He is currently assigned to a government agency in Ozamiz City.

Of course, I was happy to see my very accommodating landlady and landlord.

I saw the combination of old and new which made my heart glow (and beat faster).

Ah, I am passing through Banadero’s mighty. I am referring to Misamis Institute of Technology (MIT) main building. We fondly called it, MIT-Sulod.

The MIT main building is now ’empty’ of ambitions, of aspirations. No one among us expect this to happen – that MIT main will be closed. I don’t like to imagine it as an abandoned ship but my mind insist that it becomes one. Where are the mighty sailors? Where are the smart pilots?

I remember during our glorious and fruitful years there, it was full of individual aspirations. The building witnessed how we struggle to keep the flame of knowledge to light others who have not even peeked into the heart of the building.

Eight years after left my alma mater, I saw an ’empty nest’ not a big family as I expect to be.

The main entrance. It used to be open. It used to welcome us every morning. It used to promise those who enter that there were treasures to be discovered inside.

The main gate. Ah! The signs are still there!

This was the entrance I pass through morning and afternoon for four years. This entrance witnessed how I carry my ‘things’ – books, folders, and nothing.

The TV tower is still there!

The home that shape what I am today is still there. Yes, it is… I don’t care if it is empty; if it is abandoned.

Ozamiz City: A Glance

Ozamiz City is the only city that I keep in my heart and soul. The memories of Ozamiz remains in my heart. And I always remember how my life was transformed in Ozamiz.

In my recent visit, I still see the grandeur of the city; its looks, its feel (despite of changes) remains.

The Panguil Bay. The historic Bukagan Hill stands still, and the mystical Mt. Malindang seems guard the city.

Lanao (del Norte) mountains.

Sunrise at Panguil Bay

Ozamiz City Port

Lighhouse, Cotta

Goodbye, Ozamiz! See you again soon.