
It’s four in the afternoon at the busiest intersection of EDSA and Shaw Boulevard.
The heat is scorching, and traffic is at a standstill.
In the middle of the road, Officer Dado stands.
Dado is an MMDA Traffic Enforcer who has gone viral on social media.
Why?
Because while he gives orders, he dances!
Right hand signal! (Michael Jackson kick)
Stop sign! (Robot dance)
Go signal! (Moonwalk)
“Dado must be crazy,” said a bus driver while laughing.
“Dance, dance, it’s so hot!”
But for Dado, dancing is a way to keep the drivers from getting bored and to keep him from getting heat stroke.
Suddenly, there’s a commotion in front of the Shangri-La Mall.
A man with a grenade is running in the middle of the road!
“You’re all going to explode! Don’t come near!” shouted the suspect who was on drugs.
He removed the safety pin of the grenade and just held the lever.
When he let go, BOOM!
Motorists panicked.
People ran.
The police couldn’t get close because they were in an open area and there were many people who would be involved.
“Give it up! Put it down!” the Police Chief shouted into the megaphone.
“I don’t want it! I want a helicopter!” the addict shouted.
They were in a standoff.
No one could move.
Officer Dado slowly approached.
He didn’t draw a gun (because he didn’t have one).
All he had was his orange baton and whistle.
“Hey! Who are you?! Don’t come any closer!” the suspect shouted.
Instead of being scared, Dado pressed his radio attached to his shoulder.
Suddenly, Billie Jean played loudly.
Tenen-tenen-tenen…
Dado started dancing towards the suspect.
Moonwalk…
Side slide…
The addict was stunned.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
“Sir,” Dado said while doing a robot dance.
“Before we explode, can we have a dance showdown first? My outfit is a waste.”
The addict was confused.
Dado’s rhythm was hypnotizing.
His hand movements were confusing.
Wiggle…
Pop…
Lock…
The police were speechless.
“What is Dado doing? Is he committing suicide?”
“Look closely,” whispered a veteran police officer.
“His movements… are not just dancing.”
While dancing, Dado got closer and closer.
He used his Head Isolation move to avoid the addict’s gaze.
His Hand Wave covered his steps.
He was now in front of the addict.
“You dance so badly!” the addict shouted.
“Really? Is this it?”
Dado suddenly spun (360 degree turn).
In the middle of the spin, he grabbed his baton.
PAK!
He hit the addict’s wrist!
The addict dropped the grenade!
“BOMB!” everyone shouted.
But before the grenade could hit the concrete, Dado caught it with his foot (like a hacky sack), sent it flying in the air, and caught it with his right hand.
At the same time, his left hand punched the addict in the jaw.
Moonwalk Punch!
The addict fell down!
Dado was holding the grenade.
The lever was still pressed in his hand so it didn’t explode.
“Chief! Catch!” Dado shouted.
He threw the grenade to the Bomb Squad who was carrying a blast container.
The bomb was safely secured.
Thousands of people on EDSA applauded!
The buses honked in unison!
The Police Chief approached Dado.
“Dado! That’s great! Where did you learn that? At the Juilliard School of Dance?”
Dado smiled and adjusted his orange vest.
“No, Sir. I used to be a Capoeira Master and Tactical Rhythm Specialist in Brazil before I came back here to take care of my grandmother. My dancing in traffic? It was just practice so my reflexes wouldn’t get rusty.”
The Chief’s eyes widened.
“Capoeira Master?!”
“Yes. And the addict? His tempo was wrong. Too off-beat,” Dado laughed.
Since then, Officer Dado has been the most famous Traffic Enforcer in history.
He doesn’t just move traffic, he also moves justice—
through the cha-cha and flying kick.
And the drivers?
They never get angry when Dado makes them dance on the street.
Because they know, every gesture of his hand can be a Go Signal for them,
or a Knockout Punch for anyone who tries to cause trouble on EDSA.
Disclaimer: The stories here are just fiction and not news. What is important is the lesson and emotions that can happen to anyone. Thank you, SAY!
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