There’s no more safe place in Metro Manila today. You go to a mall, you get bombed. You ride a bus you get held up. You wait for a jeepney ride you get mugged, and then robbed. You drive a car, you get shot for a minor traffic altercation. You stay at home, you get akyat-bahay’d.
Now, even if you work at one of the most guarded house in the Philippines – the House of Representatives, you can still get bombed!
I work at the House of Representatives and the explosion last tuesday evening happened at the entrance of the South Wing lobby – the part of the building where our office is located. An hour before the explosion, I was in that lobby to while away time with some colleagues before I left for home. I learned only about the incident when I arrived home.
Four persons perished from that explosion. I might have brushed against some of them in our office’s elevator or on my way out of the building. Except for the Congressmen and women, most of those who perished and injured by the blast are ordinary people like us. Ordinary people who were just trying to earn a living for their families. Let us pray for the eternal repose of the souls of those who died in this incident, and may those who perpetrated this dastardly crime perish in eternal damnation.
Had it not for my eagerness to fetch Bambit from work and get home early so we can still catch our baby Maia before her bed time, I could have stayed longer in that South Wing lobby. Had it not for Bambit and Maia…
Trust me, the safest place for us is still in the arms of our loved ones.