Vaginal Realm

On my usual commute home via jeepney (yes, I do ride a jeepney), a 4-km ride up to Kalayaan Avenue costs P7.00. The exchange of goods between passenger and driver goes something like this:

"Manong, bayad ho. Isang Kalayaan."

Realizing what I just said, I thought to myself how easy such phrases are uttered by the unmindful Filipino commuter day in and day out in all parts of the metro. With a few nickel coins and an abrupt stressing of the vocal cords, one can get himself to Kalayaan without much hassle as say carbon dioxide poisoning and a few pounds less.

Ironic. The true essence of this word has been haphazardly used by warmongerers for time immemorial to push their personal agenda incognito in the name of nobility and justice. That sovereignty and governance, which should NOT have worked without the other, discreetly wages war over and over again in its sake. Kalayaan. Freedom.

"Manong sukli ko ho. Kalayaan lang." - you can even demand change when you think you paid more than what is due you. CHANGE. What a taboo.

But here in a busy Philippine metropolis called Makati, one can get to it within four kilometers and a few nickel coins. It's a cheap buy, I know. *lol*

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