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| THE MAYOR FAMILY The author, his daughter Maria and wife Marilyn are preparing for their final homecoming. |
I came here in 1999. The following year, I took my wife Marilyn and our only child Maria Angeline back with me to Jeddah. It was a promise I made to my wife that if I couldn’t bring them here a year after I left, I wouldn’t renew my contract with the Saudi Gazette, where I worked as an editor. My wife and I understood the perils of families breaking up when separated for a long time.
When I left, we could hardly make ends meet. I was working then as an editor with the now-defunct newspaper Today in Makati. My wife had resigned from her job as a nurse at the Perpetual Help Medical Center in Las Piñas to take care of our daughter. To compensate for her lost income, we set up a store in front of our house in Bacoor, Cavite. Although the store was earning as much as her lost salary, our combined income still couldn’t catch up with the rising cost of living in Metro Manila.
I decided to go overseas when we started to miss payments on the monthly amortization for our home which we acquired on a Pag-ibig loan. Our telephone would also get cut off every now and then when we could not keep up with the monthly bills. I also remember those times when I had to rummage the shoe racks of SM-Bacoor for a new pair of shoes that would fit my shoe-string budget in order to replace the worn-out pair I was wearing. I often ended up buying second-hand shoes peddled on the sidewalks.
Those haunting memories give me cold feet
as we prepare to go home for good after our child graduates from high
school here in Jeddah next year.
She was our primary reason for working
overseas. Like other parents who care for their children, we wanted to
pave a comfortable future for her. Our daughter, who was two months
short of her first birthday when I left, is now 16.
Ambivalent feelings
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| RETIREMENT CAN WAIT Eli Arciaga and wife Lita have postponed retirement because their sons now also work in Saudi Arabia and live with them in the same compound. |
Many OFWs have similar ambivalent
feelings when they think of the final homecoming. Eli Arciaga, who has
been in Jeddah for the past 31 years, says he and his wife Lita had
planned to go home several times but always changed their minds.
“I had planned to quit working here when I
was 45, 50 and 55, but there were always reasons to come back. One
reason is financial,” says the 59-year-old chief analyst and programmer
in a construction company here.
The Arciagas have acquired a fish pen and a
rice-trading business, which they have left in the care of trusted kin.
They have built their dream house in Cavite and have saved enough to
make their retirement comfortable. But the financial ease they still
enjoy in Jeddah and the fact that two of their three sons are now also
working here give them reasons to stay longer. Their two children and
their families are staying with them in one compound.
“Eventually, we will go home. My sister in
Canada wants us to migrate there, saying that life is much better over
there. But for me there is no other country that is better than the
country of your birth,” says Eli. “Probably, we will go home within the
next two years but, again, it depends.”
Like
the Arciagas, Virgilio Mejia and his wife Nene, who have been in Saudi
Arabia for the past 32 years, have also longed to go back home where
they have a son, or join another son in New Zealand. But they, too,
always change their minds because their two daughters, Karen and Jane,
followed them here after their graduation from college. Jane got married
a year ago and lives separately but Karen still stays with them.
Modest savings
On our part, we have not saved that much.
Overseas work is not always smooth sailing. There are many
contingencies. I lost my job in 2005. Working with people coming from
so many countries with different cultures makes for strong currents of
office politics. I believe I was a victim of office politics when was I
fired in 2005. I was sacked a month after I was named among the
company’s 12 outstanding employees of the year.
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| TOGETHER IN SAUDI Virgilio Mejia and his wife Nene at a seaside restaurant in Jeddah. Their two daughters also came to work in Jeddah. |
If that happened in the Philippines, I
could have filed a strong case with the labor department. But in Saudi
Arabia, where expatriates cannot take another job without the consent of
their employers, it would be foolhardy. Although Saudi labor laws
provide some protection for foreign workers, the ground realities are
stacked against expats. I took the side of prudence and asked my
employer to allow me to work for another company.
I was then forced to take a clerical job in
a construction company that paid a third less than my previous pay.
This affected our savings. Still, we opted to stay rather than go home.
I looked for a new job although it meant spending whatever amount I got
from the Gazette as severance pay. My wife was also forced to look for
a job and got one that paid just a little more than what we had to pay
for a household helper, a Filipino we hired to look after our child who
was then in grade school.
We were able to start saving again when
the newspaper rehired me in 2007, with a bigger salary than what I got
before I was let go. My wife had also been able to move to another
hospital which gave her better pay.
But in 2010, my mother-in-law suffered two
successive strokes that left her comatose and eventually led to her
death. Her confinement on a respirator in a private hospital for more
than a month drained all our savings—and even got us into debt, which
took a year to repay.
Unlike the Araciagas and the Mejias, we
have no compelling reasons to stay any longer after our child finishes
high school. We have decided, though, to extend our stay for another
year after her graduation to keep my wife from breaching her contract,
which she renews every two years, and losing part of her end-of-service
pay. Our daughter has also agreed to enroll in an online course until
our homecoming. The extension would give us a little more time to save a
little more.
Bittersweet
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| ELI AND Lita Arciaga (far right), their two sons Randy and Michael, daughters-in-law Judith and Joy and their grandchildren have a family dinner at the Steak House on Thalia Street, Jeddah. |
The past leaves bittersweet memories.
Still, looking back, I have no regrets over my decision to work
overseas. Having married late (in my 40s) to a woman 14 years my junior,
I am now in my autumn years while our daughter is still in her teens.
If we did not leave, we could not imagine how we could send our daughter
to college. Now, with our home in Cavite fully paid and with our little
savings, we find hope with our plans to start all over again, including
possibly going into a food-franchising business.
We once dreamed of migrating to yet another
country. It did not prosper. But as a man of faith, I have come to
believe that everything happens for a reason and I do not rue things
that do not go my way. Instead, I pray for divine guidance; for God to
continue letting the chips fall where they should and, when there are
gaps, to keep on bridging those gaps. We can only do as much.
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