RAIN, RAIN AND ELECTIONS

Enough reason why I let my children stay at home today, 

our frontyard was turned into a little pond, their second absent for the whole semester

My plants rejoiced

It rained the whole night last night; I think the heaven’s teared also with my uncle who lost in the barangay elections. He’s got no money, no machinery only a clean conscience and a heart to help, but as they say election is money … having only the latter obviously he failed.  

I’m a changed woman now, I look at things at its bright side with hope and optimism, but just this once, I think this country is hopeless, corruption is incurable. My God, these crocodiles didn’t spare no one, we’ll I took the groceries and the money, it’s still my money, half of teaching salary is axed with tax so I have to take those as it’s mine, but for heaven’s sake, how can these people just ‘garapalan’ hand-out peso bills night before the election. I pity these people.

Dismantling this culture of corruption should I think start from the grassroots level, but how can this be? Seeing the way people at this plane perpetuated such a practice is so depressing. I’m so overwhelmed with disgust; politics indeed is more than smutty as the garbage it left.

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