on politics

We need change. Major. It can't always be like this. It doesn't always have to be like this. Why can't politics just for once clean up its image? Why do campaigns need to turn into brawlings instead of laying out platforms? Why do ads need to present discreet black propaganda or whistle blows against opponents? Why is there a need of soliciting pity from the public?

It is just mere strategy? Or Desperation? Hidden agenda? Greed, perhaps? Is that all that you're good at?

We've heard promises time and again. If such promises were ever true, why is our country still suffering? Why are we still in debt? Why are there never ending qualms against the government? Ever heard of corruption before? Poverty that you have promised to alleviate for years, is everywhere! Not to mention, turning a deaf ear has seemed to become a mastery of this field.

Campaigns do not end after you are elected in office. This country deserves more. We do not ask for this. Rather we compel you to give what is due to the people who will be putting you on your seat come this May elections. I say this not for my own gain. I do not fear for myself. But I fear for my future children, and the children of my children, and for the rest of my kin. They deserve a better Philippines.

My vote is sacred. My vote does not depend on the best jingles. Neither on the smartest nor on the poorest. None of that matters. None of that can save my country. Our country. For all we know, any monkey would gladly perform antics to have that banana. It would take more than those stupid dances you oblige to do on stage. It would take more than those off-tune notes you cry infront of your so-called supporters. It would take more than convincing. We need actions. Not fast mouths nor feeble minds.

For now, you are all but the same clowns in different parties. Same old tricks. Same old shows as the curtains go down.

My question is not what you can do for me. But rather, what can you do to change this rotten system of governance for the better? Then you can have my vote.

Do you believe in miracles?

Impregnable. That is how I would describe her.

It's been almost four years since that distressing event. Yet she remains standing. Figuratively. Four years of enduring the pain that only she can fight. Strong. She has always been.

I remember that night when I spoke to her over the phone. She wished for me to go home one weekend and spend it with them. I passed up because my work compelled me. Little did I know that would be the last time I would hear her over the phone. Little did I know that would be the last time she would ask me to come home. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see her dancing. Laughing. Salubrious. Normal.

I hated myself till then. I felt it was my responsibility. I was not there when it happened. Had I been, things would have been different. I could have stopped it from happening. It would not be like what it is now. She would still have been in the best of health. But I came too late.

Oh, what I would give just to hear her talking again.
What I would surrender just to see her walking again.

Now all she can do is muster a soft giggle or a murmur. Cannot even stand nor eat on her own. People say she is in the fittest form that she can be now.

But I believe in miracles. Her present state, after all that she has been through, is in fact already a miracle on its own. But one glorious day, I know I will see her walking entirely again. One divine day, I know I will hear her calling my name again.

Mama, do not stop fighting. Keep the faith. A healing miracle is on the way.


Do you believe in miracles?