For those approaching half a century, gary lewis and the playboys made that monster hit ” i’ll see you in september “
The rains are with us already indicating the fading of summer. To everything there is a season. But in the tropics where we are, we only have the sun and the rains, the wind and the storms.
We can’t have summer all throughout, or we transform ourselves into a sahara . Forests we’re used to, never a desert.
With the changing of the seasons, so too are we reminded of the seasons of our lives. The passage of time when the sun erupts in the east, the high noons, and the rituals of the sun burying itself.
And so summer has scurried ” like a frightened child ” chased by the staking rains heaving from the cheeks of heaven.
For a hundred years or as far as we can remember, school doors open in the wet month of june.
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With the coming elections in May, 2004, the people once again are excited since they reaffirm their supreme rule.
They crane their neck in knowing who the candidates are. This coming electoral exercise is unique because the filing of certificates of candidacy is a well-nigh 60 days from the start of the campaign. Early on, voters are already aware of who the prospective contestants are.
The first favourites are those who are the native children of a barangay, a town, or a district. People from the candidates’ provenance come a-rooting for their bets. Their bets’ entry in the electoral foray attests to the inner longing of the locality to send their best and the brightest in the municipio, capitolio, and congreso. It is with extreme pride that they talk animatedly on those who tossed their hats in the exercise. They cite anecdotes of their personal encounter with a particular candidate. They show their unabashed excitement on the possibility that their acquaintance may someday be the mayor, governor, or congressman. Think of the spectacle where a political leader utters in the presence of some constituents their first name at that. This is the ultimate event of a true leader placed by the people on an honorific pedestal with the expectation that sincere public service is at hand. May malalapitan na tayo, ika dahil kilala natin hindi tulad ng naka-upo laging wala.
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