A Tribute

To A Friend

"Tempus fugit memento mori"
Time flies remember your mortality
Don't forget to write your own story
Fraught with wisdom and sincerity.

Embarked on a noble profession
She offered direction and guidance
To young minds for a worthy mission
Based on honest and sincere parlance.

From the Queen City of the South - Cebu
To the Windy City- Chicago
She came to America sans woe
With a bag full of joy and on the go.

Norwegian American Hospital
Captured her brave and curious humble heart,
A place to work for a new arrival
An ideal place to really start.

She found refuge in the L.D.R.
To sacrifice, to love, and to serve
Newborn babies of whomever they are
Must enjoy the glow of life they deserve.

A passport was issued to a friend
For a resting place of eternal peace
A friend who has the knack to entertain
And lead the way for chaos to decrease.

Let us pay a lasting tribute to a friend- a mother, a teacher, and an entertainer-
Julia Cabada Lupasco.Our deep condolences to the bereaved family, children, and relatives.
My wife, Evangeline Caermare Trabanca, a Registered Nurse, also worked at the L.D.R.
She passed away years ago. May they rest in peace and let perpetual light shine upon them.

However, let's love God above all things, and our neighbors as ourselves. Let's pray, sacrifice,
and care for ourselves as we wouldn't know for whom the bell tolls.

L.D.R. stands for the Labor and Delivery Room or the Labor and Delivery Department where
babies are born and welcomed to the world after 9 months of mothers' tender care and protection.

The Samaritan

 On a Saturday

A Saturday that I can't forget
I was poised to get some grocery
Bananas, bread, milk, eggs, and a meat
At the cashier's place, I was wary.

My ATM card was negative
A man with sincerity offered
At this, there was no alternative
My prayer was eventually heard.

Beside me was a Samaritan
Seemingly rare in this world of ours
But still walk in this chaotic land
And they appear in one's precious hours.

In our moments there are helping hands
Ever willing service to succor
A steel strength that forms a solid bond
Of resilience, love, and great favor.

 

Rediscover Self-2

 Point to Ponder

What is life after retirement?
This is an enduring question.
And we are in a predicament
The search is for a solution.

Must we wake up to see the sunrise?
And a cup of one's favorite drink
Then thank God as this is really wise,
A walk in the park: what do you think?

A fact on formal education
That offered you a decent living
Self-education brings a fortune
Ideas for giving and sharing.

Think of something for legacy sake
Start with a smartphone and computer
Then surprise the world like an earthquake
For social media truly matter.

Rediscover Self-1

 The Background

I just came back to my birthplace as my mother passed away. I was alone with a small luggage. Cebu was my last international stopover. I came from Chicago's O'hare, U.S.A., then Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea to Cebu International Airport, Philippines. 

I boarded a plane from Cebu, the Queen City of the South, for Dipolog City's Airport. On the plane, a guy with, a glittering diamond ring, on his left finger, a bracelet on his left hand, and, an expensive-looking watch on his right hand approached me with a friendly smile and asked me my name? I politely answered and he was happy yet surprised. I was looking for this guy and wanted to meet him personally. Still, he was out of circulation as I  heard and read things about him ( and it quickly etched in my mind maybe because of the Zamboanga del Norte Press and Radio Club membership, (was it essential or controversial?).

I was inspired to write this as at this point in life, who else could have the audacity to journal this as Fr. Leoncio Santiago said on the June 24 ( The nativity of St. John, the Baptist- San Juan sa Pilipinas) picnic at Labagh Woods, in preparation for the coming yearly celebration of the Sto. Ninio de Agosto of which he is the Spiritual Director. Fr. Santiago said, that our members of 15 Sto. Ninio groups were mostly seniors of the Baby Boomer Generation, who were winding down in our gaits, and motions but we must be thankful for the gift and His blessings. 

On Father''s Day

In Gratitude

Our Father You are the greatest   
In our faith, hope, and charity.
And there is no real  protest
Of your Word for posterity.

Your Word became flesh and is with us
To manifest your mighty power
You are the first and  never the last
We thirst and you gave us water.     

The grace is active and given freely;                        
You came back so we may believe.
We will be happy and without worry.
You give us food that we may live.

With blessings at our table daily:
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost;  
The Immaculate Heart of Mary 
Saves humanity and may not be lost.    

Hail to the brave fathers of the land
A story of love, and dire valor 
At sea, in the air, and on the sand 
Without a country, creed, or color.

To the dear fathers at work and at home
A gold medal for your industry
Whenever and wherever you may roam 
You are the hero of your country.
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A Dedication

 To a Dreamer

I believe that dream does not die
It  gives you an inspiration
To harness the desire that lie
Buried in deep fascination.

There is a gem in the deep ocean
A rose in the garden of love
A flower that gives a rare lotion
A perfume that comes from above.

Hold that dream a true devotion
To our peace and serenity
That it is our constitution
For our peace and tranquility.

We, you and  I are all brave dreamers
Hoping that grace, mercy, and true love
Blaze our journey as we are seekers
To find that promise from up above.

The Story of Life

A Lesson to Tell

 Life is an assisted living          
That starts with love. grace and mercy   
It has a unique beginning       
And written for posterity.

Remember the first touch of love   
As you wriggled out to be free       
Comes an embrace from up above
An echo permeates as if in glee.    

"Tempus Fugit". Time flies so fast      
Then comes the rediscovery             
That carefree boyhood does not last     
Caring for oneself is the way.   

Living a life is inspiring        
A motion in our everyday:          
Prayer, sacrifice, and giving       
Imprinted in our minds shall stay.

(N.B.) " Etenal God, in whom mercy is endless, and the treasury of compassion
inexhaustible, look kindly upon us, and increase Your mercy in us, that in a difficult
moment, we might not despair, and become despondent, but with great confidence,
submit ourselves to Your holy will, which is Love and Mercy itself. Amen. (950)."

   


          
            
 

  

  
 

A Tribute to All the Mothers

 The Dearest Mothers        

To all mothers: we love you all
We appreciate your sacrifice       
You rise up even when you fall   
With sincerity sans malice.         

To all nurses of the L.D. R.        
Whose hands are clean and really do 
Service to whoever they are             
For dearest lives just come and go. 

To a mother a love to call              
Ave Maria, Notre Dame              
The world is hurt and without a wall
You shield us, You gave us fame.   

"Knowledge comes and wisdom lingers"    
Watch your steps as you journey on     
You have strong feet and firm fingers    
The precious moment comes pretty soon.

       

Q.C.S. Club

 The Discovered Secret

Sincerely, Tom Bentley.  

(If you have special needs, please write ) 

I was deeply elated to be given such an offer from the heart of, a person, I don't know. I received your letter, read its content, and was conquered by the profound message, of all things, the secrets. 

"Knowledge has a beginning but no end." 

Born in Labason, Zamboanga del Norte on December 19, 1939, West of the large Municipal plaza that complimented the vision of the first Mayor Mr. Gil Sanchez. On the East is the Municipal Building on the South is Ferrer High School, a parochial Catholic school, and the Roman Catholic Church. On the North is the Municipal Dispensary and a bit further is the Labason Central Elementary School.       
    I spent my Elementary years at this school with teachers who were graduates of Normal School, Arts and Trades, and Agricultural  Schools. I was a Boys Scout.                                                                         Later I studied in a town and city, and I discovered that knowledge is amazing. In High School, I checked the test papers in English and Literature. In College, I became a Literary Editor of a College paper. I befriended professors, classmates, schoolmates, newspapermen, and radio announcers. I also checked the essay test papers of my over 20 classmates on a Law subject. I was a member of the winning team of the College of Education Debate. That was the first for the College of Education; usually, it is the College of Law. Then I became an Editor-in-Chief and finally was elected as Student Council president. This paved the way to deploy my 6 graduating classmates including myself to teach at the Philippine Muslim College, Jolo, Sulu, Philippines.

 

Indeed, knowledge has a beginning but no end. 

I studied at five Colleges and one Seminary. Took 4 courses Taught at private and government schools. But the fire of hope and persistence keeps burning. During the Marshall Law of the Philippines,  my vision points to go west, young man!

 From the Manila International Airport to the Washington State Airport to the Chicago O'hare Airport. Yes, America, here I come to the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

I worked as a stockman at Florsheim Shoe outlet store, then at Montgomery Ward. Meanwhile, I enrolled at the Chicago College of Advanced Traffic and took Transportation and Traffic Management and Loss and Damage courses for three years.
Upon graduation, I was employed by Universal Carloading company and finally accepted at the Joseph Ryerson  Steel Company of the Transportation and Traffic Department. which is the bread and butter of the company as bills of lading are to be audited.

I am retired and want another income as my wife passed away and my special needs are my mortgage bills and to give aid to those who are in need, the reason why your letter was God-send. It is not what we gather but what we scatter that is essential to ease the life of the needy.  And I believe in Second Notice. That Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. That whosoever believeth in Him shall not die but have everlasting life.

Thank you, Tom Bentley

Sincerely, 

Greg Trabanca

The October Affair

 Of Four Decades

Ber's October Affair was good

The decor was remarkable

The music was in the Senior's mode

The attendance was admirable.

Lovely children: Riz, Buzz, and Ron

Sister Linda and wife Nilda came

They came happy like the rising sun

To celebrate a man's day of fame.

Sunday Blog

 The Wonder of Life

A Tribute To BER, A Friend

 Unconquerable        

Out of Dipolog's Bamboo Garden

Came JESS to the City of Orchid

Then in the Skokie's Holiday Inn

Ber is the name that was awarded.

Thank God for whatever it may be

For his founding an association

The ZAMNAI of Zamboanga del Norte

This poem is a great appreciation.

It matters not whatever they say

Trials and concerns are always here

And there are two courts for us to play

And the venue could be anywhere.

A Colorful Life

 The Unsung Chase

Elementary Days 

Enrolled in an Elementary School

Took writing, reading, and music

Pictures were posted on the wall

Watched the baton: that's the teacher's trick,

It's fun to be small, agile, and smart

In Boy Scouting, you are at the top

Pyramid building is where you start

To excel that no one can stop.

High School Years

Looming ahead is the high school years

You find yourself taking the P.M.T.

For discipline and to erase the fears

But lessons learned will forever stay.

Catholic school: freshman to junior 

Senior: Ateneo all-boys school

And last night high school at this juncture

Another step in life to endure.

College  Education

Med-Tech was poised to be in Manila

But circumstance altered the plan

Took drafting instead at Zamboanga

School of Arts and Trades was near at hand.

Then work for a Captain's persuasion

To maneuver the Pilot's tugboat

So foreign ships anchored by the ocean

Be given a berth at Zamboanga's port. 

From the ocean to Bukidnon's heartland

Nestled a College far from the highway

A meatless diet and discipline are grand

Work, study, and temptation held sway.

Adventist baptism in a river

Announcing salvation to the barrio

But realized this was hard to adhere

And what I learned changed the scenario.

Back home a Parish priest came to visit

To offer a Seminary study

Pending on the Bishop to submit

The transcript to the Seminary.

Of the three, two pursued on the offer

With two days of stay at Dumaguete

Hope Bishop Surban may help and muster

Graces and mercy to let me be.

And the ship was docked at Manila's port

Two Jesuit priests welcome us on their Jeep

But my Seminary days were  so short

Those lessons learned were for me to keep.

Despite the good offer from the school

Of a Vatican scholarship

But there's a writing on the wall

And indeed this is a strong relief.

To Sweet Home via Cotabato

First class by M/V Filipinas

Compliments of just a passing through

In finite life's many arenas.

Back to the greenfield where the air is fresh;

Rare, strong connections are everywhere

And life and beauty are in the flesh

 Yet Love matters: Home of lasting care. 

The itch was there but the school was far
The boat plied the sea to the city

In my mind, there was a tug-of-war
The target's aim was what's best for me.

The courses catered to the taste
But I must consider what's the best
So the study must not go to waste
Time is vital to prove to the test.

I enrolled in the Commerce course
Took Accounting, Law, and Statistics
To my delight, it was a great source
Of enlightenment to my studies.

Then I shifted to Education
Learned Argumentation and Debate
That offered me great admiration
 And nobody can really abate.

The Debate's day was all smiles and alive
The gym was filled with spectators
The Lawyers failed and didn't survive
The prize went to the Educators.

Graduation Day looms by the hour
To my dismay, the Dean was mad at me
I can't march because he has the power
Yet the election could set me free.

The Election proved that I was not bad
But a rebellious student with a cause
Doing what is the mandate of God
The constitution and its by-laws.

I have to find a guest Speaker
City Mayor Climaco can't come
But we have a leader and seeker
R. Canivel, of P.M.C. a chum.

He is the Muslim College recruiter
Of a Band leader and educator
I got the college and the School paper
We were liked and loved by Jolo's mayor.

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Life's Lessons

 GT's JOURNAL    

"It takes half your life before you discover

life is a do-it-yourself project." - Napoleon Hill. 

(Author: Think and Grow Rich)

 The Taming of the Wildland

My dear friends, Life is never fun

During my days, you have to rise

Early before the rising sun

Makes you healthy, active, and wise.

I have to pasture the carabao

A helping hand to plow the field

As in the farm, you have to bow

To nature as you drive the sled.

Plowing the field is a happy time

The carabao is at your command

Pushing the plow through the slime

You are the king of the farmland.

The untouched field of grass and bushes 

Becomes a valued place for corn and rice

But fire will soon blaze them to ashes

Faith and care are the farmers' advice.

The brook and stream glide on their way

While watching herons and kingfishers

Wait for the mudfish to go astray

But daily the mudfish grow wiser.

GT's Journal

 Letter to a Relative (07/08/2023) Sat

Dear Nong Posing,

How is everybody? Dugay nang panahon nga wala kita magkita ug tungod lage sa pagapas sa adlawng kalihokan sa pag trabaho aron naay mabutang pagkaon sa lamisa, pasilungan ug lugar nga higdaanan. Apan wala gihapon mawala sa panumduman kadtong mga kagahapon nga nanglabay kay naa man na gisilsil sa alimpatakan tungod sa katam-is ug dalisay nga panghuna-hunaon. Memories live with us.

At this point, everything is seen and heard in a split second. You'll be amazed at the progress of steps that humanity has hurdled. The TV, computer, social media, and cellphone, recreate the jungle of Tarzan and his amazing adventure. The world is a beautiful place to live; that is why life is worth living - to savor its sweetness, feel its marvel, to see its beauty. 

I still remember when you made Mom Mering a part of your life. On a carabao-drawn caromata (locals' two-whelled wagon) a load of food with Nong Teroy (Sotero Salcedo - former seminarian and alderman) Salcedo as spokesperson, we plied the road to the Melicor place at Sim (La Libertad). Mr. Salcedo with his former seminary days background greeted Mr. Melicor, " With due respect Mr. Melicor permit me to introduce and let you know that our brother Sinforoso Rombines desires to marry your daughter Maria." There was a graveyard silence. Then, Mr. Melicor, with the audacity of a farm owner and a mestizo spoke, " Can he support my daughter? Time stood still for a moment. but all is not lost as hope is eternal in a human heart. We all poised our direction homeward. We comforted ourselves with silence and smiles.  However, the sun always rises to greet the world with its mystery and glad tidings. Tomorrow is a new day!

The trip was a lesson to find a venue for a solution. We all went home but hope still lingered in our minds, I presumed. Minutes turned to hours then to days then to months and into years. However, hope unceasingly flows in your prime healthy life. And one day you approached me, " Doy can you come with me to see the Melicors?" "Of course", I said. We went to see Mr. and Mrs. Paolo Melicor, then Mr. and Mrs. Galicia. Things went smoothly like a young coconut meat when you slide it in your mouth on a hot summer day. Delicious and refreshing.

Time glided by. Then, I heard of your nuptial. But I'm already on the deep quest of my odyssey from a town boy in the Philippines to a city man in America. ( A joke- when a man is in love with a woman, their siblings are girls but when the woman is in love with a man their children are boys.) 

(A looking back) I met Julius " Nonoy" Quimbo - an Electrical Engineer, a graduate of Western Mindanao State University (WEMSU), the son of Cesar "Ingwa" Quimbo, whose wife is one of the daughters of Insek Jose Tan who used to have a store at Kilometro Tres unahan sa Landing Field ni Col. Leodegario Orendain whom somebody told me was now taken over by Romeo " Romy" Delgado. Nonoy Quimbo who married a nurse from Dipolog City and is here in Chicago told me some of what's new about Labason.

How is Labason now? Maybe my classmates, schoolmates, and friends are no longer around. Who are the town officials that I am familiar with? Doroy Gitalan passed away and also Rudy Lovino and his wife. But Vicente "Inteng" Lovino may still be around. His two-story house was sold and the Lovinos live on their land near the Labason River between the Guanteros on one side and the Salardas on the other.

Tani (boxer) Felisarta whose parents live near the Maquilans and the Salardas (Virgie). Now the Maquilan's property is owned by Pio Galon's family; while Tani (boxer) is a Barrio or Purok Captain.

Currently, the Mayor of Labason is a QuimboThe Gutalac mayor is also a Quimbo. The grandparent's wife is pakha (small feet). They have 3 sons and a daughter. Tenciong was married to Clara Mabilog (nurse), Cemen (Felix), and Cesar (Ingwa) married to a Tan, daughter of Insek Jose Tan of Usokan Kilometro Tres who has sari-sari store among suki sa sardinas, asin, gas ug uban pang kinahanglanong panimalay. The current Mayor of Labason is the grandson of Cemen and also the Mayor of Gutalac.

         Labason has an amazing history as I still have the scenario of "those were the days" of my Life's Journey. It's a town of successful men and women in their own special ways. The pioneering families:  were the families of Landowners: Bantilan, Canda, Burguete, Ybarley, Bolando, Batoon, Batoctoy, Daguplo, Galon, Quines, Hernandez, Fortich, Erojo, Bolando, Gitalan,  Educators: Melicor, Carloto, Cadungog, Isagan,  Orendain, Casinio, Demerre,  Merchants: (the Chinese) Quimbo, Kho, Chia, Tan, Lim. Yap, Roleda, -Leadership: Sanchez, Tokong, Canda , Concha Ramirez, Galon, Carloto. 

        Kipit area - Families of  Salarda, Patayon, Galope, Singsing, Barroca, Panolin, Basa, Lagod, Doong, The Lalibertad (Sim) section - Families of Salcedo, Antolin, Rombines,  Jamanron, Sumicad, Dinapo, Delgado, Salmorin, Edrial, Zamora, Vista, Briones, Openia, Magdayao, Chavez, Pacatang, Tindero, Dubrico,  

Sir Posing,  you have 2 daughters and one is married to a Tumoy and owns a Hardware store. Being a teacher are you still a fast walker and an industrious person? Regards to your dear partner Mom Mering. I have contact with one of Crispin Antolin's daughters who is teaching at a government school in Kipit, while the eldest daughter Charito, a teacher, I guess is married to a Muslim police officer. Nonoy is a farmer and married.  

Regards to all,

Dodoy ( Gregorio "Greg" Intas, Caponong, Alcala, Trabanca)   

I'm not sure if Sir Posing is still around. Despite any circumstances, I still believe he's in good hands. May he rest in peace and let perpetual light shine upon him. Condolence to the daughters, their partners, and siblings.
I've                                                                                                                                       

King Solomon's Mines and President E. Marcos Gold Sr

 After the nightly one-hour virtual prayer, I indulged myself in the relaxing almost two hours and a half of a movie about King Solomon's Mines.

Dawned on my thinking of the Philippines' martial law president and strong man Ferdinand Edralin Marcos, Senor's gold. Was it real or just a figment of the political mind. And was the Yamashita's treasure also a part of it. But news and social media were all over reporting the many bank accounts deposited in several countries. The strong man had a will for the benefit of his family and the country. The Philippines is lucky and rich, to say the least.

Sto. Ninio de Oktubre

 Labagh Woods: June 24, 2023 

Hot Saturday potluck party of the members of the Sto Ninio devotional group with 2 retired priests and one bishop; who were all Filipinos by birth. Two were naturalized American citizens of the state of Illinois and one may be a visitor from the Philippines. 

The picnic table was laden with the bounties of God. There were varieties of cooking in the different provinces of the Philippines. In fact, I have yet to notice hotdogs or American food gracing the two long fits -together picnic tables.                                                                                                                   

Practically, the majority were in the red Sto Nino de Oktubre uniform. The breeze offered a  refreshing

atmosphere to the happy-faced picnickers as they scooped the food onto their paper plates.

Fr. Leoncio Santiago, the spiritual director, blessed the food and later gave his hospital experience of his two surgical confinements. He reminded the group to take care of their health as we are mortals and the world we live in is polluted with the new discoveries of how we eat, drink, and exercise for longevity.

The leader of the group, Gloria Key spoke on her hospital confinement experiences. She was grateful to her friends and members of the daily 8 o'clock - 9 pm virtual prayer that started during the Covid-19 pandemic. 

The vibrant faces, the relaxing get-away, and the food reminded me of living with passion and purpose.

The Tennis Court

 The Memory of a Town Fiesta

I was dancing with Evangeline 

On that Labason tennis court

 When I whispered to her, "Are you fine"?

 "And the school days are they worth "?

A scenario of the high school days

When you always study ahead

All because of your profound ways

And you always have the books to read.

You were a friend of the school's Sister

 I was a friend of the parish priest

Then there was this Cursillo offer

To be a member and not a guest.

Things happened in Dipolog city

When I met my co-educator

I bought a new Kawasaki

A Fishery school needs a teacher.

A Public School is what I wanted

Teaching English plus a good salary

The excellent Lord has now granted

To marry with brain and beauty.

My guiding star is always with me

To illuminate my darkest hour

And all because of my love for Thee

My Lord, your holy, mighty power.

Former President Rodrigo Roa Duterte

 The Man Who Loves Life, Country, and People

The epoch worth recalling is the Baby Boomer Generation when a star was born as there was a clamor for peace, amidst rebellion, corruption, and the proliferation of drugs.  

 Of war and peace. This is a part of his lexicon. His boyhood was beautiful and remarkable as he struggled to obtain peace. He enjoys life but the shadow of restlessness follows him as he shines in his own world.  

His growing years were the typical experience of loving and enjoying the blossoming roses in his garden. Look at this: the transfer of schools - the Ateneo and later the San Beda College where he bypassed the Graduation Program ( he did graduate, anyway) as a personal incident occurred. Yet over a score year, he was given distinct honor when he became the president from the votes of over sixty million. (Vox Popoli)

He embarked on his six years in the Republic of the Philippines leadership, He remembered his promise to stop the flow of poisonous drugs, curtail corruption, and slow down the big influence of the Oligarchs. He believes in the omnipotent power of God. That he was destined to lead his people. He changed the status quo. His platform was vis-a-vis the unfinished invaluable program of the previous administrations. He thought of the essence of Time. His first agenda was to give credence to the solid strength of the Armed Forces, the guardian of peace and order in the country. He increased their salary. He assured them that he would be with them as long as they performed their vowed duty of protecting the government against the evil intents of invaders local and international.

His executive department members were almost from the Armed Forces, as they are strict in discipline not the civilians. Memos, directives, and correspondence go to their respective tables not to him. This avoids suspicion and familiarity. With this, the executive power would be smooth sailing.

This came to pass. His six-year term left a remarkable "build, build, build" legacy. Mr. Tugade's trains and railroad were on the fast move and the infrastructure programs glide to schedule.

The Boracay Beach Resort was corrected because of its defects. It is now a tourist's delight. Meanwhile, Manila Bay looks good and is filled with strollers relaxing breathing the fresh, balmy air from the ocean,  and a beautiful sunset paints the horizon.

The Phoenicians

 Looking Back...

The Phoenicians have done a great deal in civilization. They were the traders of antiquity and, crisscrossing the waters with their knowledge of trade and economics laid a language trail in its wake.

Then, we have the alphabet for the flow of communications with the participation of the Greeks, Romans, 

and Hebrews. Knowledge opened the floodgates of ideas. The world is not flat but round.  The era of discovery and colonization has arrived. The quest is for gold and spices. Perhaps, the fountain of youth. 
                                                                                                                               

Then, observed the transformations of the states of domicile to the present: Soviet Union. United Kingdom. United States. United Union. Lately, a Philippines Unit team has been born.

Uniteam is the name of the game. A splendid idea is followed. Giving oneself for the greater outcome. But once greed enters the backdoor, the window is opened for a great escape and the negatives are possible.

Unifying the country to ameliorate the people (vox populi) from the throes of want is audacious. This is an indelible mark of the Duterte's. Remember, the father of the former president (PRRD), a lawyer governor of the undivided province of Davao belongs to the Nationalist political party.

The son of that lawyer governor from the people's mandate became a compassionate, loyal, sincere, and resilient, leader of the country (vox populi). He continued the unfinished projects of his predecessors. He 

refused to put his name ostensively as the ideas were from the clamor of the people. He is only an employee. Despite his calling, he forgone the amenities of living in the Malacanan palace. 

Rodrigo Roa Duterte's daughter the former Davao City mayor and now the Vice president of the Philippines gave way to the current president, Ferdinand (Bongbong) Marcos, Jr to occupy the presidency due to the Uniteam agreement but collapsed due to unfavorable circumstances.  

However, she was given the charge as Secretary of Education. To enhance the department, Inday Sara Duterte opened strategic locations for easy flow of service and communication. She resurrected the defunct PMT (Philippine Military Training) and the ROTC (Reserved Officer Training Course) for loyalty dedication and love.