The color game
The perya of my childhood once stood on a vacant lot of overgrown weeds and grazing chickens. No fairground ride runs in...
Every voice counts
“Every vote counts” are words we often hear in every election season. That is why we take the time and...
We are all laborers
It was 2010. I was 20 years old, out of school and unemployed, and not really sure where I was...
I should have done more
I remember a Tuesday afternoon in the downtown area of Calbayog. I was walking along Nijaga Street, when out of...
Pursuing my dream
If you had to pick a career right now, what would it be? One that’d take you places or one...
An alternative feminist
I am a feminist. As rabid as Rina Jimenez-David who writes a column in this widely read newspaper.
Relevance
I could hear the familiar sounds of truncheons banging against shields. The anti-riot policemen had warned the crowd that they...
War and poverty
I am a graduate of the University of the Philippines in Diliman, and a Tausug. My home? Jolo, Sulu.
Confessions of a ghost
Somewhere across the world, I’m a white man with two beautiful eyes. Had it been anywhere else, you’d recognize my...
Monday Eve
Sunday always comes with a gloomy feeling because it means that tomorrow will be a new beginning of yet another...
