Lolo’s Ghosts! By Jing Villamil THIS, too, waited three generations to be told. It is not about her Lolo’s ghost, obviously. Though he was, and is, much revered by his “salinlahi” for his superlative achievements despite all odds thrown his way from childhood to young adult, in their eyes,…
This tunnel of lights, of hearts, of life By Jing Villamil SHE wished for a symbol that would again awaken her people’s hearts, their hopes and sights. Because, for the recent past, their collective hearts had throbbed merely to survive; and their hopes and sights had merely peered round…
Feelings
Playground in my mind! By Jing Villamil THEN, too, the playground had gone. It didn’t disappear overnight. It took its time, like all things proverbial, slow but sure. We should have prepared ourselves for it, like waiting in dread for an aching tooth to give up its walls, thus,…