No Stopping
I will not tell you about the ordeal we suffered, but I will tell you about how that did not stop me.
I will not tell you about the ordeal we suffered, but I will tell you about how that did not stop me.
Campus journalists mark the 56th month commemoration of the Maguindanao massacre during the opening of the Press Freedom Week. (Medel V. Hernani/davaotoday.com)
It's an exhausting day for this young girl who bikes off with her brother looking for useful trash as they navigate the tight road along C. Bangoy corner Palmagil, Davao City. (Medel V. Hernani/davaotoday.com)
Ironically, I must leave what I know as home for what I know as a battlefield: from Mindanao to Manila. Strange, how years before, my paradigm was in a complete reverse, patterned to common myths of vain consequence. And now, my permanent home will not be the mapped streets and affixed buildings of the known city that I head toward, but the roving mountains and seas, unmarked except by restless feet that follow stars and struggles. Soon enough, I shall be called back home.
Kilusang Mayo Uno spokesperson Romulado Basilio discusses the plight of the workers in the militant unions' version of State of the Workers Address. (Ace R. Morandante/davaotoday.com)