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Saturday, October 21, 2017

The Overseas Worker and the Talking Bird (Personal Short Story)

Illustration by: Noel N. Villarosa using Mircrosoft Word Clip Art and Shapes

The Overseas Worker and the Talking Bird
By: Noel N. Villarosa
October 9, 2017

It was in the year 1973 when Filipinos first came in Saudi Arabia. During those years, Saudi Arabia has become the job destination for OFWs (Overseas Filipino Workers). With a flourishing economy and high wages offered, the fears and worries could no longer stop Filipinos in looking greener pastures abroad.

Leo, a hardworking, family oriented Filipino decided to avail his early retirement and applied through an agency to work in Saudi Arabia, luckily he was accepted for a job in a company recognized as one of the largest desalination plants in the middle east.

They were ten Filipinos who landed a job at the same company. Leo remembered the principles that must be followed while traveling in Saudi Arabia that if one will bring old bad habits, they should not come in this place. One must obey their laws and show respect to their culture, and you will not meet any troubles.

When they arrived at Riyadh airport, they were greeted and welcomed by the company's representatives and have led them into a domestic airline that would bring them to Dammam. It was a very tiring destination considering the weather condition was so humid. Upon getting off the plane, they were escorted to a bus that will bring them to the plant site. Most of them have already visited Saudi Arabia, but for Leo, it was his first time to go in a foreign country. Nobody knows that it was Leo's birthday when they arrived at the accommodation. At first they were happy with the fact that they were with their fellow Filipinos, being friends and all staying at the temporary apartment, and they were only for a couple of days to be together, and later will be dispatched to the flat which should be inhabited for the rest of their stay was a dismal moment. Leo and one Filipino whom he met during the pre-departure orientation in the Philippines has become his closest friend. It was the month of August where humidity was at elevated scale when Leo and his friend searched for their flat. The condition of the surrounding was moist, and unexpectedly Leo's left knee struck pain uncontrollably. Leo almost squeezed his legs just to get a fix of the pain. The two Filipinos continued and did not want to delay the search for their flat; what made it harder was the numbering of the houses was confusing because it was inconsistent with the sequence of the houses.

When they identified their flat, they were very thankful and they were welcomed by their fellow Filipinos. In the flat, there were other three Filipinos that will be living with them. Leo has accepted the reality that living with others that were not blood-related would be difficult of getting comradeship with others.

Many months passed and turned into a year. Leo has accepted the fact that the rest of his stay will be empty and the painful truth of having an intangible communication with loved ones. But in all the more admirable news that gave the kindest regards into Leo's existence was the vital information heralded by his wife that Leo will soon become a father. In Leo's uncontrolled excitement, he told this to all his housemates and declared that all of them will be his son's godfather, while everyone acceded, they shared the feast that Leo has prepared.

Just after a year and a half, Leo's friend was not taking it so well to stay longer in his assigned department and not for long; Leo's friend went on vacation and did not come back. Only four Filipinos were left in that flat. And just after three years another Filipino resigned and transferred into another company with a high salary and more attractive benefits. From the original five now down to only three Filipinos staying in the flat. After seven years, another housemate decided to join another Filipino in another flat and permanently moved there. Now only Leo and another Filipino named Rolly were left on the flat. In Rolly's account that he will be soon retiring, only waiting for one year more and only Leo will be left in the flat. Rolly preferred to leave a good memory for Leo and he learned that Leo was not easy to get along with somebody who's having bad manners; he decided to acquire a mynah bird and planned to train it to talk. He had taken one fledgling that had dropped from its nest and immediately took hold of it and run away from its mother chase. He brought it home, put inside the cage but apparently, the mynah bird was indisposed of its new home. Rolly tried hard to comfort the bird, gave it water and food to consume but the bird did not respond to the kindness and eventually died from intentionally refusing to eat its food.

That was the first attempt of harboring a bird inside the flat. Rolly was not giving up in finding another mynah bird, he looked again for another mynah fledgling, and someone taught him that a brood of chicks was easy to teach a language. One day, as Rolly opened a door leading to the terrace, he saw a fast flight of a mynah bird, when he looked around at every paved area of the terrace, just at the top of the door was a collected twig, leaves and grasses forming a cup-shaped empty nest. Rolly began to think that any time the mynah bird will come back and will lay its eggs. Rolly took time to wait until after a week he quietly made a furtive look at the nest while the mother bird was away foraging for food to feed its chick. Rolly was surprised to find a tiny unsteady chick. Rolly decided to take the chick out of its nest and brought it inside his room. This time Rolly changed his approach in taking care of the new bird. Every day he would sit nearby the cage and would talk to the bird, he even let the bird out of its cage and freely roamed around inside the flat; he also put a mirror to reflect its image and tricking it to be with another bird. The new fledgling developed its wings and builds and introduced the bird to Leo. Leo started to befriend the bird and every day he would introduce simple words for the bird to imitate. In the morning, Leo would greet the bird "good morning" and upon leaving, Leo would say "goodbye." Leo let the bird knew its name, in every talk, he would say "hi mynah" and pointing to the bird, "your name" and pointing to his self, "I am Leo."

Every day this has been the routine until the bird got acquainted with all of these. It was like another roommate had come to fill camaraderie. Leo started to feel complacency with the newly found friend. The flat was filled with fun for the three companions. Mynah was allowed to roam around the flat and whenever the two Filipinos will leave and attend duty for work, they will provide foods for mynah. After one year, Rolly reached his retirement age and it was time to exit. Leo and Rolly made a promise that they will see each other when back to the Philippines. That moment was so sad; Leo accompanied Rolly to the airport and parted ways. Leo returned to his flat feeling empty and all alone, but all the loneliness was relieved by the sound of mynah who greeted him "hello welcome back," and that phrase made Leo come alive again with so much hope to sustain a longing companionship. Leo has still three years more to keep before his expected retirement, with his companion mynah, he made every single day ordinary and more interesting with setting a family talked on the other side of the phone or video call, it made him everyday struggle of homesickness into the negligible matter. After one, two and the third year and final year for Leo, it was time for his most awaited retirement and to be reunited again with his loved ones was also a feeling of melancholy for such an occasion that he will also be separating from his companion mynah bird. It was past three in the afternoon, all bags were packed and ready to go. Leo held mynah for the last time and whispered to the bird, "Thank you my friend, for the years that we established a good rapport with each other, but we have come to the point of our life that we need to part ways and say goodbye, we are both destined to meet and fulfill our dreams, our purpose and most especially finding what happiness really means to us, I have come to select you and be my companion and you by chance accepted the fact that I needed you, and in return gave you a gift that other birds won't have and that was the ability to talk, keep that skills as unique just for you and maybe that will hold our communication alive again, who knows maybe we will meet again, for God is so kind to make everything possible, who knows." Mynah bird bobbed its head and said, "Goodbye" "I will miss you."

Leo held mynah and massaged its black hooded head and they both went to the balcony where there were many trees, and Leo put his hands holding mynah outside the window and softly released mynah from his hands and waved goodbye.

Leo picked up all the luggage, one more time looked around at every corner of the flat where he lived for almost 20 years and went down the stairs, but at the very moment that he will be embarking inside the car, he heard squawks of mynah just above the rooftop of the flat, again Leo waved his hands to mynah and went inside the cab. Leo saw mynah flew around making one more contemplating of the place and then vanished completely.

In our life journey, we have been accompanied by somebody and somewhere in an amazingly circumstances by an unexpected someone who by the good gestures of our great creator has been sent to us for a purpose.




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That One Day

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That One Day
By: Noel N. Villarosa
October 17, 2017

One day your smile will no longer be vibrant
But I will try to overlay it with a kiss that reminds
If caring eyes will turn out to be an empty stare
Then I will tell a story to start a flare

Your hands that hold the molds of purity
Your legacy will hold us in a binding unity
We are the closest of your resemblance
But that clasp so binding now a fading remembrance

That one day your breath chasing the shadow of time
Then I will hold you so close to breathe out my rhyme
I know that moment will launch aeonian regrets
It is hard to let go, it will be uneasy to forget

That one day I pray to be my day instead
For in heaven there’s another life ahead
If heaven will decide, I will abide
I pray that day will be a swift light slide



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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

The Covenant

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The Covenant
(Sonnet Form)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
 May 3, 2017


Take my humbleness, I submit myself
To a great God, that feels my lowliness
I have sinned; fear to be left on the shelf
 I have been inspired by His Holiness

Hates dwell on us, wicked dimmed the light
For the reason of His crucifixion
He dealt agony longer than the night
The sin labeled in our soul’s inscription

For a long time, faith coated with verglas
Gone are many squalls during the daylight
All the noble trees stunted bladed grass
The wind whispers name for a wakeful flight

We are dust, and to dust, we shall return
His resurrection, no one left forlorn


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Sunday, April 23, 2017

My Little Archer


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My Little Archer
(Sonnet Form)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 24, 2017


I am not cupid with wings to snare
I stood to trust with my dominant eye
My arrow’s end reaped a feather from lair
Grasped the bowstring, appeared ready to vie

Released my strength and listened to my breath
As force was pulling it down to the ground
That challenged distance and danced to death
Arrows braved the wind and fled being drowned

My creed will not fail in hitting the mark
Object remained aloof from where I stood
Aimed the high and enjoyed the morning lark
Dreaming one day to hit like Robin Hood

Whispered the bullseye to catch my arrow
Or hang my quiver and try tomorrow


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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Arrogant Man (Short Story for Children)

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The Arrogant Man (Short Story for Children)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
29 November 2016


There lived a man named Nadham, a well-respected elder in their village. He was known to be intelligent but arrogant in dealing with his neighborhood. Many times he would ridicule low profile and slow learner person in a manner to have others looked at him with high respect at all times.

Nadham’s voice will always resound like a mighty echo to be heard by other people around and that was what he wanted to create. He was a tyrant to be feared by his subordinates. There were no times that you would hear him talked in a gentle soft voice. That made everyone in the village talked about his ill-mannered behavior; nobody wants to talk to him being scared to be ridiculed in front of others.

The village was perfectly situated in the middle of big mountains. One morning while everyone was preparing to start their usual daily routine, Nadham went out of his house and was looking for a person to be ridiculed, but everyone seems to avoid him, nobody was paying attention to his presence, and everybody just walked and went past on him. Nadham got very angry and made his loudest scream, “Why nobody wants to talk to me!” His voice echoed into the surrounding mountains and into every terrain. But his voice resounded all alone, only echoed his mocking shout, and reverberated back into his ears. At that moment, it played back in his mind, all the bad habits he has done in the past, and like a lightning bolt, pain struck his heart on what that echo has told him. That a ridiculing shout would only be reverting an empty shout that had put him in a witless situation if everybody will just ignore it.

Now deep inside Nadham’s heart was a lesson to be learned that not all the times you will prevail in an insulting shout. Sometimes in quiet times, a humiliating voice will find a way to ridicule you in a situation far from your expectation.


From then on, Nadham has changed from being dominant into a polite person. He then mastered talking in a soft voice and will always ask if he had said hurting words and would ask forgiveness.  The End.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

The Four Travellers (Short story for children)

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The Four Travellers (Short story for children)

By: Noel N. Villarosa
7 August 2016

Once there were four travellers on a journey, packed with their own skills and expertise. They were the hunter, mountain climber, tourist guide, and the tribesman. They were among the castaways who managed to survive a shipwreck. The four travellers had survived when they were able to reach a mysterious land.

In the mysterious land, time flew so slow that they were so exhausted. One day, while they were in deep sleep, a sudden voice of nature heard playing in their ears and was talking in their mind. One by one, they were awakened by the fairy’s light, and a beautiful lady was floating with a green glowing body.

The four travellers were told that in order to find their way out, they were required to choose their ride, and need to position themselves on a clear road towards north. That ride will take them to reality, and will live with it for the rest of their lives.

The hunter excitedly got his firearm and with it, he sat, thinking of becoming a bullet to travel fast through the other end of the portal. The mountain climber rode on a sledge to scoot fast through the portal. The tourist guide held his compass believing that it will show the right direction, and will never get lost. Lastly, the tribesman just stands on his own, facing the portal believing on the power of his mind and body, will bring him back to his birthplace.

Last words from the fairy that the four should stand firm on their ride and that they would remember nothing as they came across into the other end.

As the four travellers swooped into the portal, their semblance changed unexpectedly. The hunter became a bullet and had become a charm for those in a war conflict; he would be rather penetrating an innocent body and killing them at once. The mountain climber became a sledge and became a favorite ride for those having fun on scooting down the hills. The tourist guide became famous as map accessories on every journey; all the three travellers were transformed into their chosen rides. The hunter became a bullet, the mountain climber became a sledge, and the tour guide became a compass. They never enjoyed being reunited with their loved ones. Among them, only the tribesman was successfully transported back into his homeland, because he believed that his body was the rightful ride for every life’s journey. The tribesman will always trace his family roots and wherever he may be, he will always find a way to be reunited with his fellow villagers. The End.



Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Paradigm of Life


Paradigm of Life
By: Noel N. Villarosa
15 June 2016

Until breath proves on how
Our unwavering care will support
Family ties run deep, dedication avowed
No step will bring us back to a path trodden apart

By looking at all the tall trees
A feeling we surmount big challenges
Who sees dawn to dusk, divining in the breeze
We are left with someone’s life to salvage

The cavern carved by the sea has chambers
Branching off the main pathway to follow
There are easy and hard trails to remember
As body pressed down being sleepy and mellow
 
We come out to view the other side
Of the foyer, we entered and tried to assess
Pleasures and sorrows that set smudge our pride
Trusting to succeed every hurdle that comes to mess

Selflessly giving life at one’s advantage
Like trees maintain sap to sustain its system
Breathe reminding heart to beat as their language
Keeping these rhythms as a way to listen

We kept a place where outcry couldn’t be heard
In our mortal dreams, we color it to become immortal
But life is not forever and that is our reward
On bated breath leading to heaven’s portal

As day and night crossed into our lives
Early morning smiles on the warm season
As evening rest fading as the sun arrives
In glimmering moment, we thank life for all the reasons

One cannot live without the other
Yet others cannot exist at the same time
In every sunrise and sunset, we discover
Reaching a sublime last breath became a paradigm


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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

What If


What If
By: Noel N. Villarosa
May 24, 2016

My mind stormed with “what ifs”
Clueless about shifting ends will be right
Almost words are pell-mell on the cliff
I am hoping to find real delights

What if there are no funny movies?
Leaving many faces too serious for nothing
Our character will not tell a joke and turns ugly
Our time is better written with distinct meaning

What if I could write my younger self?
Will I transgress God’s will?
Or a timely edification of himself
Would rightly fit over frills

What if this is my last day on earth?
Will my wish be granted, while it fits desirable?
Will my wish to remain as a kid will not bring forth?
To places and events where pains are incurable

What if there are no more bad people?
Who would people turn to in order to blame
The righteous are widespread, leaving life favorable
Negativity will no longer rob our children’s fame

Imagining things out of context
What if there are new ways of transportation?
A teleporter would show its greatest effects
Strangers be deployed on chosen destination

Invulnerable if we treat our imagination
Vanishing reality into a divine foreseeing
Aroma of life instilling finest inspiration
What’s up ahead is our take as a human being


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