A couple of days ago I came upon this short essay written by my son Kahlil. From the moment I laid my eyes on its entirety it has not ceased to intrigue me, asserting itself as it does graciously into my fragmentary rumination.
We rage and revolt — even in prison — at how our beloved comrade in the fight for the people’s basic interests and comprehensive social changes, Eduardo “Ka Eddik” Serrano, was killed.
Under a system of governance founded on deception and chicanery, it is always good to be inquisitive. The questioning mind generates the energy and enthusiasm for study and research.
And the cerebral fray continues and the quality of the air in the resultant debate has gotten hotter and hotter, there’s a need to let the atmosphere cool down.
On the occasion of the inauguration of the Coal-Fired Power Plant in Davao City, we find it imperative to know the hidden truth about Coal.
Just two days before New Year and two days after my own daughter’s Catholic church wedding rites, the CBCP President, Bishop Socrates Villegas, made a statement that the wedding liturgy stands as is.
During the last quarter of the year, people were preoccupied with decorating their homes, schools, workplaces, and parks in preparation for the holidays.
There’s no denying the fact that for a long period the Lumad peoples in the hinterlands were in a state of passivity or apparent apathy in the midst of the misfortunes that have befallen them as a forsaken segment of the Philippine body politic.
Let us continue to listen to the critical observations of Roland Simbulan in his book “The World Is My Classroom”. Latin America is one of the many countries he has visited as a student of world politics.
If you cock your head at a certain angle, they sound just like the incessant buzz of cicadas, and if you close your eyes you could almost imagine that you were on the lower Pantaron on that balmy Friday evening with just the right amount of humidity and drizzle.