What better memory to recall than the time where smiles were not yet covered?
What will each day bring?
So far, it has been replete with promises of false hope.
Perhaps, for now, I will not consider today as the present.
Levy in the trees, blood in the streets
Every sack of copra carried a promise of development. In Guinayangan, the farmers who asked where that promise went were met with gunfire. Before the coco levy became a fund, a corporate asset, or a case argued, it was money a farmer did not bring home. It was...
