Column: Nakikiramay Po

Earlier this morning at 7:00 AM, numerous members of mass media, like television and radio, have gone off the air for one minute as a sign of mourning for the journalists who were among the victims in the Maguindanao massacre. I don’t know with the Pinoy blogosphere—can you put off blogging for one minute at a certain time? o_O Sorry, just trying to elicit a light moment despite this dark period in Philippine history.

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Yesterday morning, on the way to the gym, I thought of walking through my school, Benguet State University (BSU) just to see how it was doing now. As I was passing through the Office of Student Affairs (OSA) building, I noticed the following hand-made poster on the wall:

Truly, the whole nation rebukes the brutal massacre and sympathizes with the victim’s relatives. It’s comforting to know that everyone has a distinct emotion in this tragedy, and that is conflict-resolution, justice, and tranquility.

If you want to see photos of this massacre, visit Speaking One’s Mind, the personal blog of Ryan Ericson Canlas.

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I can’t believe that I’m still frustrated over the Maguindanao mass murder. Seeing those crying faces of friends and relatives on television, hearing all those descriptions, & reading newspaper articles on that particular act threw me off the board. The fact that a certain political family in Maguindanao possesses a relatively powerful army renders me dead scared. Most of all, just knowing that 57 lives were taken and that the women were raped leave me absolutely stunned. So I’m out of my usual focus, terrified, and don’t know what to think of this tragedy.

A very, very disturbing statement found on yesterday’s edition of the Philippine Star.

This recent occurrence and its aftershock convince me that we are all connected. We are drawn to one another. What we do every day, somehow, affects each other’s lives. We are intertwined. This is the reason why we are drawn to the Maguindanao deaths. We feel the pain experienced by the relatives left behind. We feel like we have lost a part of ourselves with their passing; not just because we are Filipinos, but because we are interconnected and sentient human beings. It transcends culture and religion, so even if I am a Christian, I still grieve for the loss of our Muslim siblings. We value life and aspire that everyone accepts and respects it.

But it is not only in death to which we are drawn to. We also convene in happy occasions: Births, baptisms, birthdays, graduations, weddings, anniversaries, celebrations. We should always look for ways to turn our bereavement, if not into happy instances, into beautiful interpretations. It is a way of coping, a way in which we could overcome our grief once and for all:

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Repose for the Victims of the Maguindanao Mass Murder

by Recis C. Dempayos

Hold tight, little sis
So I will be at peace;
Knowing that HE holds tightly
Thine hand and makes thou at ease.
Never let go
Of lessons taught
And the battles we fought.

Don’t weep, dearly beloved
Though alone I am now;
For never would I forget
Our eternally-lasting vow.
This heart throbs
For thee alone
So I’ll try to make it on my own.

Press forward, guardians of law—
Serve not to injustice,
Rather, to GOD
And to a country as this.
May the work thou hath done
Leave a lasting legacy
For future generations to see.

Hail ye, guardians of truth—
For thou revered responsibility;
Through denied attention
But still pushing without impossibility.
Enter the Hall of Valhalla
And savor thine rewards
Together with choruses of bards.

Never worry, my brotherhood
We will be strong;
Celebrating thy courage,
Merrymaking in song.
We meet one day
At the Elysian Fields
When justice finally yields.

Forgive me, my countrymen
Thou hath been taken;
Without answers and expectations
So now, I have been driven.
I will fight
For thy innocence in death
Until my last breath.

I light a candle,
I pray for thee.
My soul bleeds,
And I drop to my knees.
Slammed against the ground,
I look up for comfort
That peace prevails yet again
On the land of my birth,
My home so precious;
So may thy passing
Never be lingered,
Never be futile.
I light a candle,
And I pray for thee.

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I light a candle and I pray for you.

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Recis Dempayos

Budding YouTuber / vlogger, occasional blogger, aspiring multimedia artist.

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