IT was a painful and difficult story for Josephine, 15 years old, and her father Jose to tell. I sat on a small plastic chair in their small one roomed house built from the wreckage of Haiyan (Yolanda) the greatest typhoon ever to hit land. Josephine sat close to her father Jose who was aged beyond his years.
When I arrived in their little home made of plywood sheets with Francis Bermido Jr., the Preda executive director, Jose was repairing an electric motor, it was his only source of livelihood for his surviving children.
We were in Tacloban to meet some of the 88 orphans we are supporting and who had lost one or both parents,Josephine (not her real name) is one of them.
Jose’s two other children emerged sad faced from a cubical and joined their father and Josephine as he was telling us how his wife and their three daughters died. “We heard the warning on the radio” ,he said and left our house and went to the second floor of the Barangay center near by with dozens of other neighbors. We thought we would be safe.But the winds grew so strong the roof could not withstand it and it was ripped off and flew away into the darkness.The rain and wind rushed in and the crowd of people panicked and we rushed down the stairs to the ground floor, but Josphine stayed on the upper floor.
Suddenly at that very moment as we got to the ground floor with many people the great tidal wave came roaring in on top of us, we were very frightened and the chidlren were crying and calling for their mama, the wave was as high as the Barangay hall,they told me later and everyone below was trapped,the water formed a whirlpool and I could not hold the chidlren and my wife.One daughter tried to go back up to where Josephine was but all three daughters and my wife drowned and these three survived.
He lapsed into solemn silence, his face was wrinkled and a great sadness weighed on him.
Josephine took up the story. “I was on the second floor ,I saw my sister trying to come up to me ,I grabbed her arm ,but I could not hold her against the strong pull of the gushing water of the tidal wave…he was swallowed up by the water.I feel sad and think if only I could have saved her”,she said .
“But I will finish my studies she said,and then walked over to the radio and from underneath pulled out a ATM card and proudly showed us. It was the Preda Foundation payment card through which she get her cash allowance for her studies and support.
The Tacloban and Palo city businesses of the rich and wealthy are up and running.The big houses are repaired but the hovels are rebuilt also and are still hovels. Then it was still in shock and devastation was everywhere now it is still among the poor.
We went to Barangay 76, along the shore line where the big ships were thrown up and crushed the whole community hundreds died and were swept out to see by the tidal wave.There is no improvement and the same shanties and and hovels made with scrap materials and plastic sheets still line the shoreline. The big ships are still there and one is being cut up for scrap its great diesel engine sits in a filthy garbage strewn strip of sea shore. The bacteria infested pools of green water pollute the place and two huge pigs are lying in the filth.
We went to the join the Preda community workers who were giving seminars to adults and children using pictures and a lively music puppet show to thrill ,cheer and educate them on the hope of a better life and to teach them how to be safe form human traffickers and child abusers. These criminals roam about promising as relief workers but are trying to win over teenagers with promises of well paid jobs in the big city of manila and Cebu. They are the vouchers preying on the poor and exploiting the sadness and pain of poverty of those left behind and living in tents and bunkhouses.
The World Health Organization has reported that as many as 800,000 people still suffer from post typhoon shock and depression and hopelessness. Considering that 11.5 million people were adversely affected by that greatest of storms its no wonder when you visit some to the areas that have received no aid or government funding of any kind. One wonders where al that donated money went and who really benefited from it.gven the level of corruption in the Philippines one cannot but think the politicians got most of it.
Thousands of people were killed and the counting apparently stopped at 6000 but the congress is being challenged to investigate and fond the truth and have suggested that as many as 18,000 could have died. Mass graves were dug and hundreds of bodies lie in unmarked graves.
We then went to the church where garden became the instant graveyard and saw the tiny graves of little chidlren and the sad messages posted over the burial mounds put there by the families of the dead. The printed tarps carried the pictures of the lost ones and carried the message “We will miss you ,we will miss you” over and over.