Dandeljane Maraat
A jeepney stopped across Robinson’s to wait for passengers bound for Mango Avenue–Lahug route. In my haste to cross the street to where the jeepney was stalling, I stopped in the middle of the road waiting for vehicles to pass so I could safely cross to the other side. Ironically, that wasn’t safe at all. There were vehicles, both private and public, passing by while I was in the middle of the street. “I should really stop doing that,” I remember telling myself.
“Mango, Asilo, Campo-Lahug, ‘day!” The driver was his own jeepney barker. But I wasn’t going to ride the jeepney. I shook my head in response, and the driver looked disappointed for waiting for me. “Sorry, kuya. I’m just going to walk,” I thought to myself, and I continued walking toward Mango Avenue. Just befor
