I have always been an avid commuter, always. I’m not one of those college girls who drive to school with flashy cars or hire a chauffeur to wait outside the gate. No, the jeep has always been my best companion.
It
was only in this semester where I have missed the jeep catching scheme when my
father opted to bring me to university once or twice in the day. When he took a
short absence, I jumped at the opportunity to ride a jeepney.
Approaching
the lone jeepney stop from my abode, I noticed that jeepneys were rerouted. A
new terminal was set up a few kilometers from where I stood which was put up by
the new mall in our municipality. Students with plaid skirts and formal slacks
were flocking to whatever jeep that stopped or they would be late.
During
my travel to the city onboard the jeepney, I could not help but notice the
driver’s laments. There was just too much on his plate as he was talking to the
woman in the front seat – oil price hikes, hot weather,
scheming traffic enforcers, nosy passengers, change to give, and a family to
feed.
Could
the Bus Rapid Transit solve all his problems? A jeepney driver said in a news
report that this would worsen their situation. A big possibility of losing
their job would equate with placing nothing on the table. No more jeep to drive, no more source of income.
It’s
either a big slab of change or nothing at all.
Either
way, there’s just so much to miss about these jeepneys once they’re erased from
the main traffic scene. No more colorful vehicles, no more competition on who
has the best overhead lights.
It
does not only stop at aesthetics. A usual Cebuano routine would be disrupted. I
could not imagine getting on a bus, standing with a multitude of people. It’s
like we are slowly becoming like Manila.
There will be no more “Sikit-sikiti!” shouts from conductors. Even
the jeepney rappers will be eliminated for good. They will all be silenced.
All
these and more were going on in my head as I made my way into the city and
transfer from one jeepney to another toward my destination.
Jeepneys
have been mentioned in our lessons from the primary years until the collegiate
level. It is part of what defines who we are. Imagine if the Americans didn’t
come to the Philippines, the jeepneys wouldn’t have existed. These vehicles may
just have been hand-me-downs from our foreign friends but these jeeps also have
a historical impact on us. And it would be sad if these were removed from the
streets.
There
is so much clamor going on with the BRT scheme. Although the feasibility study
is worth commending, wouldn’t it be better to take a step back first? Traffic
has always been there. Blame private vehicles, not Public Utility Jeepneys
(PUJ). We need them as much as you need your own cars and drivers too, by the way.
Now
that the direction of the district’s representative is moving to the path of
modernization, I savor the last few months of getting on and off this vehicle.
Its more than tradition, it has been our lifestyle.
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