Let the Filipino ‘kalooban’ shine
Once, we were a nation proud in its unity, a people driven by the spirit of bayanihan, where the hands that held each other in solidarity were stronger than the forces that sought to divide.

Here we are again — mid-term elections. Back to fiesta season with the dancing, singing, pole dancing girls grinding and vote buying. On one side, the public treasury runs dry with blatant corruption. On the other, the masses are dumbed down by the revelry of entertainers who take to the stage to entertain the poor away from their struggles. Dynastic representatives bring out their investment for vote buying with clear plans to bring that investment back. Behind the scenes, operators engineer the process. The same pattern through years back. The top runners, adorned in slogans and scripted rhetoric, move not as servants of the people, but as merchants of influence.
How can we break this direction, even as a minimally funded group of good candidates with integrity and more competence put up bravura like Davids to the Goliath political campaign spending? I have no answer except to say in union with all who want to bring back integrity and good governance: Boost the underdogs with proven track records who are on the edge of the Top 12. Vote for those who work quietly and effectively on education, clean audits, farmer support and good governance… for those who work to uplift the majority (from a text I received). It is the only rally cry that rides on hope that we carry. Despite this situation we see ourselves in, there is the light flickering inside those who want a governance system that works for the people.
Here is a Filipino story as ancient as time itself. Within our nationalist hearts or our kalooban, there is the diwa (our spirit, essence and consciousness) that looks, aspires and works for the light -- for all that is good, proper and right, in leadership, in governance. Anthropologists like Prospero Covar defined them to be the rallying cry or framework.
Once, we were a nation proud in its unity, a people driven by the spirit of bayanihan, where the hands that held each other in solidarity were stronger than the forces that sought to divide. We carried integrity in our veins, the wisdom of our ancestors whispering in our ears as we moved forward, a nation built on resilience and compassion.
But now, there is an eerie hush beneath the noise of campaign jingles and promises. It is not silence born from peace — it is the weight of hopelessness pressing against the very soul of our people. I feel this for I am tired, as many around are. I admire those who continue to rally, to push, to fight, and each one of us, trying to make a mark with our vote.
Cast your vote wisely.
PHOTOGRAPH COURTESY OF UNSPLASH
Loss of cultural values
The game has changed. Leadership is no longer earned through statesmanship, wisdom and the ability to uplift the masses. Instead, it has become a theater of wealth and deception — a playground for power wielded through machinery built on greed and ambition.
The currency of leadership is no longer trust but money, and in this economy of political survival, the ordinary Filipino is the collateral.
What happened to pakikisama, the genuine camaraderie that bound us together? Where has utang na loob gone, the deep-seated gratitude and responsibility to return kindness? It has been taken to the negative side of corruption. Malasakit, the empathy once woven into our daily lives, now seems an afterthought, drowned beneath the weight of self-serving ambitions.
As poverty stretches its fingers deeper into the lives of the people, as hopelessness takes root, these cultural values — once the lifeblood of our identity — fade into echoes.
The system, once designed to serve, has turned its back on its own. Those who should protect the people’s dignity have become architects of deception, crafting narratives that shift blame, convincing the weary to believe in illusions. Where does the answer lie?

