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It has been two years since I’ve relocated here in Davao City for good. Like any other people who live outside Mindanao, the idea of living in an island filled with negative news is downright scary.
Leaving my hometown was truly heartbreaking but nonetheless, I regret nothing. It seemed like relocating to the island of Mindanao was truly a blessing in disguise because I learned a LOT of good things not just about the island but about me as a person.
And with that, I will share the most crucial moment of my life.
“Seriously sir? Me? Moving out from Manila and relocate to Davao next week? But, but, it’s in Mindanao! I have heard it’s dangerous to live there!”
“Alright, you only have two choices, Mr. Serafico. Either you resign or continue being a journalist.”
“But… but…”
“No buts Luis. You haven’t been to Davao, right? You better visit the place before judging it.”
Okay, I have always dreamed of becoming a journalist since seven. I got inspired after watching Kabayan’s lahar episode. Journalists know the real stories. Journalists touch the lives of the people. And journalists tell the remarkable stories to the whole world. But soon after my boss gave me this long-term assignment, fear started to shroud my mind.
I don’t want to die early (repeat three times) was my daily mantra.
Seriously, I don’t want to die early; I am still a virgin.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted) is merely coincidental.
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