Father, you have sinned
I remember the scene vividly: in the living room of our old house in Caloocan, my aunt gifts…
Jose Rizal didn’t die for this
We just had another Election Day. Every three years, we always hear worn-out messages like “every vote counts.”…
To my brother who is a first-time voter
I remember the first time you knocked on my bedroom door to borrow my copy of “The Republic”…
Lesser evil
“Crooks! Why would I trust those crooks?”
The boss and the leader
I am 27, and out of work. In my most recent job I lasted three days and a half, and I was working on installment. More precisely, I went to work on 3.5 separate days, then quit.
The color game
The perya of my childhood once stood on a vacant lot of overgrown weeds and grazing chickens. No fairground ride…
Every voice counts
“Every vote counts” are words we often hear in every election season. That is why we take the…
We are all laborers
It was 2010. I was 20 years old, out of school and unemployed, and not really sure where I was going.
I should have done more
I remember a Tuesday afternoon in the downtown area of Calbayog. I was walking along Nijaga Street, when…