By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

FOR the past few years, I wake up with a smile, whether I’m ill or not, to inspire my family and friends to act and contribute to healing a country descending to hell. There is not much one can hope for, but seeing others doing their best restores faith in the goodness of people.

We have lived with corruption for far too long that we seem to trivialize its existence, making memes, reducing the matter to a fight among political clans and business interests, taking sides, ignoring the fact that in doing so, we also corrupt ourselves.

I watch the uncovering of horror on live TV, the state of a malfunctioning bureaucracy and the corruption that has now become more and more tolerable to a population experiencing poverty. We laugh at the soundbites, while those who steal from the nation continue to laugh on their way to the banks.

The viewing public is entertained by the antics of a tyrant throwing a microphone at a resource person, aiming to hit a woman sent to prison for eight years and proven innocent, during a hearing of extra-judicial killings where the relatives of the victims were pushed to the farthest row to accommodate the entourage of a VIP. The marginalized sectors, supposedly given a shot to find justice, remained marginalized, reduced to mere spectators in a hearing that was intended to investigate their victimization. Instead, someone who wanted the entire session focused on himself, turned the hearing to consolidate his political minions who delight in hearing his bad mouth. Something is truly wrong.

Having witnessed this degeneration, it is incumbent upon institutions, both public and private, to review their engagement with the public, to strategize and put their hearts to actions that pursue the enlightenment of the population, encourage critical thinking and collaboration, and most importantly to fire the imagination for love of God and country, not blind allegiance to politicians. Our concept of spirituality should always coincide with the way we behave.

 

Bang, bang, baby!

. . . . . .

election, fornication
infatuation of the nation
give me your potion
bang, bang the nation!

bang bang me to hell, sweetie
shimmy, shimmy, shimmy me
tonight honey
bang, bang baby
0h, baby, baby, baby!

Dedicated to Bang Bang Baby (excerpts from a poem composed on 01 February 2016, when soldiers were ordered to shoot rebellious women in the vagina)

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