Seed of history
Once upon a moment, when the cool Amihan breezed its gentle greeting and the Sun Monarch winked its golden radiance on the eastern realm, came this small banca to the coast of past seasons carrying a humble load — a seed of history…
Once upon a moment, when the cool Amihan breezed its gentle greeting and the Sun Monarch winked its golden radiance on the eastern realm, came this small banca to the coast of past seasons carrying a humble load — a seed of history…
“Women hold up half the sky” is the slogan that synthesizes the call and struggle for women’s rights. This may be an understatement.
Forty-three years ago, on the eve of martial law, a Senator quizzically asked “What’s happening to our country, General?” Perhaps, in another ominous time— ten, twenty, or God knows how many years from today—a similar question will again be asked.
It was a fine day in a village inside a banana plantation when the serenity of the cold morning was broken by the hovering sound of a plane.
Philippine politics has descended into the realm of the dead. It is election season, and even before the official campaign period, already the political parties have launched their strategies in presenting and marketing their respective presidential bets.