Those 20,000 Lives or More

I wrote this to remember those 20,000 or more souls who have been killed from Duterte’s drug war in the Philippines. I mourn for those 54 children or more who were tangled into this mess from a blood-hungry ex-Leader. I cannot imagine the grief that their families have gone through when they continue to seek justice for the lives slain from the very person, appointed by the Constitution to uphold it. Killing never solves anything. If the government is really serious about change, substance abuse or drug addiction is just a symptom, not the cause of these systemic ills in the country. Good leaders would check why there’s this urge or pull to do drugs. You can never remove poverty in the picture. Good leaders can make use of various rehabilitation interventions through a mental health facility in order to heal their addiction. We don’t downplay a structural form of evil in our society by killing (accused) people. We go deeper to the causes and search for any misconceptions why they gravitate towards substance abuse and work our way up towards healing and restoration.

The Culprit and Her Accomplice

Can you get mad at somebody you consider as a traitor or a hypocrite? Unquestionably, it should be a yes but don’t you think she should be mad at her own doing because she betrayed herself first before she did it to others? A traitor or a hypocrite cannot stand the Truth. S/He gets offended by them, especially upon seeing the mirror of reality in which s/he decided to be. This is why s/he prefers to dwell in the bliss of ignorance because s/he wanted to keep away from any accountabilities. Maya Angelou’s right all along. Courage is the primo-supreme among all the values you could ever have because without it you cannot practice any values you profess to be important. You need courage to manifest every virtue you claim to have and your past experience can affirm it. A hypocrite doesn’t know what is important except for his/her safety at the expense of others who s/he intentionally conspires with until everything backfires to her/him, the source of all misdeeds like a ticking bomb on the edge of massive unfortunate and pitiful explosion. S/he meant harm but everything in Life comes back like a boomerang.

If Death Comes Knocking

I wrote this out of rage and exasperation to our former President Rodrigo Roa Duterte at the time when death tolls escalated even more due to covid contaminations across cities and provinces. Even if you were a healthcare worker or a frontliner risking your every breath in order to serve people and earn a living at the same time, it is not enough reason for a President to allow his people to surrender their lives without him, being the Leader doing and moving all “heaven and earth” means to save and protect them. Frustratingly, all he did was a quick press conference, “encouraging” them in a very ironic and humanely incomprehensible manner, “Give up your lives. Be a hero.” Who would want to die and leave their families behind just for the namesake, “hero or heroine”? Why do you play God, selecting whose lives should remain intact or unscathed and whose should suffer and perish? I can’t believe that a person who holds so much power and control can cower into the corner and convince his people to die for their country without him giving all the fight he could ever mobilize. Where’s the sense of agency, the recognition that you have enough courage, skills, ingenuity and resources to protect the lives of those who are at the brink of death? How inhumanely pathetic could you be to distinguish that your life is much more worthy to save and that theirs have to end? Who’s overly entitled, again?

Papa’s Eternal Rest

It took me one year, one month, two weeks, and a day to finally place this event here. My father passed away last 10th of June 2021. Nothing can ever prepare anyone for this unspeakable day that your loved one would finally resign from this earthly labor and pain. Although back in April 2021, I remember when Jhois and I were already recovering from covid, I kept having nightmares for more than a week. I even mentioned this to a friend on a group chat because it started bothering me when I didn’t know what those meant. Looking back, I think Death, as the “Ender of Things” will always be jealous of Love because the latter is something he cannot put to an end. Love continues to exist even if Death interrupts in between.

45 Days of Weathering the Storm

I wrote this at the time when Jhois and I were recovering from the dreaded covid virus. Since she had it first, I honestly thought the virus wouldn’t hit me because we observed all the precautions needed. I even completed my daily activities with more zest. When I got it after three days, I really wanted that we could recover from this fast. I remember I argued a couple of times with my father over the phone then, persuading him to take the vaccine because we were already feeling this growing terror of how this virus was affecting our bodies. We didn’t have the vaccines yet. We were still waiting for our turn. The elderly group was prioritized at that time. Because of this, it took us 45 days to get back to our feet. Now, we have all the shots that we need but the sudden spikes of covid positive cases in different regions of our country always keep us on our toes.