First Post Challenge: “Luisita’s Motherhood”


Michelle of Book Chat counted me as the sixth nominee of this first blog post challenge (even though the original maximum number of nominees is only five)! My first post is entitled Luisita’s Motherhood — a featurette (short feature article) that seeks to find the similarity of a typical mother to Hacienda Luisita and that calls for people to act as soon as possible and defend those who are marginalized and oppressed, such as the farmers. This is my first post, because my experience in that large parcel of land is unique, for my visit there is my very first Basic Masses Integration — a usual part of our semestral requirements in my degree program — and because I knew by the fact that going there is one of those moments in my life in which I never had any regrets.

Sad Note: A week after our visit at the Hacienda Luisita, I received a piece of news, reporting that several barrios/barangays, including those that our NSTP class had visited, were bulldozed and the locals were driven and chased out of their lands, which helped sustain their livelihood for decades. This is, apparently, because of the greed of the landlords, who never really wanted to distribute the land to the farmers, despite the PH Supreme Court ruling.

Luisita’s Motherhood

Luisita is a rich mother. She is a woman bestowed by Nature a power, a power to nurture tiny seeds until they all grow roots to courageously stand up, taking pride of their fresh, green leaves against the sun of Central Luzon. She provides her children an advantage to harvest tons of sugar canes, rice, and corn for the feeding of their hungry stomachs. She bathes with the irrigation from a nearby dam or with the calmly flowing water from the river that rages during a storm. She likes catching the rain even during a plaguing summer, giving her grandchildren the opportunity to play with and appreciate a common yet great blessing from the skies. She wants the heart of her land to be distributed to her children.

Luisita is indeed a lighthearted mother. She could be seen patiently waiting along the main road leading to the expressway, welcoming her beloved visitors with her breath of hope, which touches their skins with soft, blissful wind. When these people drop off from their vehicles, she would let them stare at her in open-mouthed wonder and snap photos of her. Oftentimes most of her visitors are students, but she is never bothered of their disturbing laughter. In fact, she would laugh with them too, though she couldn’t be heard. With her grandsons and granddaughters who naively ask you, “Where is U.P.? Is that a school?” she would request their parents to be the foster parents of these students and tell them stories of her happiness and struggle.

But Luisita became an enraged and depressed mother. She is a slave of the elites and the President’s family in Tarlac. She never hides behind tall grasses because she wishes for her soil to be inherited and cultivated by her poor children and grandchildren. She doesn’t recognize the dirt at the corners of her shirt and wields banners and placards instead of guns and swords. Like other women, she was abused and hurt; and her rights were overlooked. Her children were driven out of their place with huge bulldozers so she was even more saddled.

But her children won’t leave her side and are willing to fight for her. And she wishes that her once young visitors will come again to hear her cheerful stories.

Let’s then fight for her.

Here are the rules:

  • Copy-paste, link, pingback or whatever way you want to, your first post.
  • State what type of post that was. G. Introduction, Story, Poem
  • Explain why that was your first post.
  • Nominate 5 other bloggers. Five because I know the pain of opening a lot of tabs at once.

My five nominees are:

1. Random Writings on the Bathroom Wall

2. Margaret Mathews

3. Beautiful Life with Cancer

4. Surrendering My Shield

5. Power Plant Men


2 thoughts on “First Post Challenge: “Luisita’s Motherhood”

  1. This is so beautifully written about the sad plight of these people. Is there any hope for their sad circumstances to be turned around to those of hope?
    I am delighted you joined the challenge with such a heartbreaking, while also heartwarming story of this mother’s plight and her love for her children.. 🙂


    • Thank you, Michelle. I, too, had tears in my eyes as I was typing this. My foster parents in that province (we had them as such because we had to stay for a night or two) made our stay so special, and they treated us more than just visitors, but as their kids for a short time. In the case of our foster parents, for example, they told us the plight they had undergone for several decades: one of their sons met death at the Mendiola Massacre (1987), in which most victims were activists advocating for GENUINE LAND REFORM, and one of their sons AGAIN had been killed RIGHT IN FRONT of their eyes by the time the land was HEAVILY MILITARIZED. Up until now, the pieces of land were not distributed to farmers, who worked hard for many decades in order to enrich the soil!
      I can say, that up until now, the PHILIPPINE GOVERNMENT remains firm in its stand to protect the LANDLORDS through bogus policies like the Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Law. I can say that, as long as the government is ruled by the ELITE and not by the people, scenarios like this will never cease to exist!
      And in order to finally conquer the challenges confronting the farmers, mass movements are necessary. 🙂

      (Sorry for pouring out my anger)


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