The struggle is real
My goodness, I can only just roll my eyes. Alright, fine, anyone with a formal educational attainment lower than yours are automatically sheep who can be herded around at whim.
My goodness, I can only just roll my eyes. Alright, fine, anyone with a formal educational attainment lower than yours are automatically sheep who can be herded around at whim.
Certainly each of these people’s revolts in separate islands and at different times has its particularity in terms of motivation and specific cause or reason.
There’s no better way to excavate the long-buried cry of the Earth’s brown child than on this day of his reflection—or celebration? —of his mortality. He is aware of this as often as he settles himself in bed at night to sleep, but comfortable in unperturbed confidence that he has even in his most slumbering forgetfulness a likeness who does not perish, his immortal other-self, what he calls his soul.
In all my pieces for Davao Today, I try my utmost to give a different take, or be able to say something new, about the issue at hand.
Let us continue to remember and embrace the struggles of the indigenous peoples. Let us continue to learn from them, and whenever possible, live with them.