Point of Intersection
I commute more than 15 kilometers each day, with a passenger multicab as the means to reach the school from home. It seemed no better than a pilgrimage to Mt. Calvary when I saw two death spots of the past two tragedies.
The sites were living stories of the what happened during the ill-fated incidents. True enough, they just make matters worse for the aggrieved parties. The issue of care is in full view for the people after the tragic incidents on October 10 and 28 which pilfered innocent lives, injured several others and wasted too much for living.
A powerful bomb on the municipal hall was launched point- black to a fair at night with people around in the celebration of the town's foundation anniversary. It claimed six innocent lives and more than 30 others injured.
Upon evaluating this, I have learned that there is a demand of peace. Most of our lives we've been praying for peace. But it seems impossible when everybody could see that peace being held in captive, struggling to be set free. The current news about bombing has allegedly urged nations to produce armaments that have perhaps drawn no end to these coercions. Conspicuously, in large areas here in Mindanao, these inhumane acts are a constant treat, If we only could get rid of the violence and let humanity grow then maybe that's when peace will fly again.
Last October 28 at around 2:30 pm, I received a text message from our group leader to meet for final adjustments of our grand case presentation I couldn't understand how I felt that afternoon, something will happen and wouldn't like it for sure. So I decided not to attend even though it's very important. It was the time I felt bitter to leave. Few minutes after, my cousin Eugene told us that there was a road accident at Sitio Patulangon. Its ten kilometers away from our place. There were already 45 reported deaths. I was shocked. Thank God, I didn’t go. That time, I heard someone screaming near our house. It was an ale, her tears came out with deep, loud groans. She even thought of having herself run over moreso, she wants to have herself killed. Those around tried to calm her. Her relatives Nenita, 34; Nenitas daughter Geraline, 17 and Joebert, 5 were involved in that accident. They were in a passenger multicab bound to Makilala bringing clothes for their relative held in jail the night before the accident. Nenita and Geraline died while Joseph was identified injured and confined in a hospital at Kidapawan. The two buried last Saturday.
The said accident recorded 18 fatalities and more than 10 identified injured. It occurred around 3:30 on Sunday afternoon.
The unfortunate events have seeded its wrath, and to most people, it would take away lives of scores. Every place has been put onto suspicion. Everyone gets feared that anytime a bomb could explode. Is there any place in the world worth to be called safe? I guess none. For its only our trust in Him that would make us safe.