“Constant development is the law of life.” - Mohandas Gandhi
Resettlement without pain By Emil B. Justimbaste
Sityo Upper San Vicente of Barangay San Vicente in Liloan, Cebu may not impress visitors as physically endowed. In fact the state of its housing ranges from the finished and nicely painted to the crude makeshift types one finds in the country’s interior villages. The settlement is located about 3 kilometers from the national highway on a hilly patch of agricultural land. About 80 percent of the access road is paved and concreted, but the rest of the way is rough terrain. Without your own vehicle, you pay the habal-habal P20 to get to the site or you can walk. Its houses stand on both sides of the road that follows the contour of the lot. It goes about 60 meters up and goes down the other side of the hill for what seems to be another 30 meters. The top of the hlll has been turned into an area where they can hold meetings and programs or entertain guests. Here they also built a small chapel where they can worship the Sto. Niño. Compared to other urban poor housing
projects bannered by government agencies, the sityo shows none of their élan and color. But Sityo Upper San Vincente’s residents have beautiful stories about their new settlement, stories that beg to be told because you don’t read about them elsewhere. They are stories of ordinary people suddenly confronted by extreme circumstances that push their lives to the edge of despair. What has made this urban resettlement project unique is that it happened with absolutely no
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government intervention. They are proud to say that they did it on their own – with a little help from some generous friends. The initial settlement Jerry Madrid and his wife Beatriz,43, migrated to the city in the early ‘90s in search of jobs because farming in San Remigio was not productive anymore. The land on which they planted corn could not feed his family. After all, Jerry is also a skilled carpenter, and he could handle other jobs as well. He found odd jobs in the vicinity of Mandaue, jobs that paid every weekend. Money was enough to pay their rent for a while, but their income was getting too tight for comfort. One day, his niece Vilma told
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