By Atty. Egay Uy
ONE early morning, the awesome aroma of my cup of black coffee was a taste of heaven until the last sip. I could hear the chirps, tweets, and songs of my early morning friends that perched on our terrace.
Horribly though as I looked at them through my window, I was reminded of what will rise in that area in a few weeks ― the local version of the Eiffel tower, the Eyesore Tower, compliments of an inconsiderate decision of the lot owner.
I had to savor what remains of the concertos in early mornings because it won’t be long before these will be forever gone no thanks to the eyesore tower that will stare at our homes soon, very soon.
At my age, practically approaching my high school year class of graduates (XUHS 70), I would not have given a @#$% about the intrusion of the eyesore tower into our peaceful and quiet compound to avoid stressful moments. But because it isn’t right to simply overuse or abuse one’s right of ownership, I will have to continue harping on reforms of the way things are being done around us which to me is a reflection of how this government disrespects the rights of the citizenry.
So I thought. That early morning was not like any other since the start of the construction. The atmosphere was quiet, the cool wind as if meandering like a river of clear water in a virgin forest, and there was nary a negative vibration felt until my last sip of black coffee.
Then I realized that the newly-poured cement was still for curing hence the lull in the clanks, thuds, banging of metals.
Then the serenity of the moment was suddenly broken by the unloading of steel pipes that when assembled would turn into the huge pylons of the unwelcome tower. Plink, plunk, clank once again.
The agony has to continue. And it will be for at least twenty-five more years and probably renewing. I won’t be around by then but those who will be will have to live with this intrusion.
I know water isn't but is money is thicker than blood?
