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A Life Well Lived

A Life Well Lived

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Buchi is a Blast (Part 2)

Buchi is a Blast (Part 2)

My grandson, Buchi, is growing up so fast. And I’m missing him terribly, since he’s now in far-away Bohol where his parents – Carlo (my son) and Freedom – are based. With this quarantine unlikely to be lifted soon, it looks like it’s going to be some time before I can see him once again. Good thing we now have these gadgets that allow us to talk and see them as often as we like. Hence, my wife…

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Baby Buchi Learns to Rock

Baby Buchi Learns to Rock

My grandson Buchi is growing up so fast. Only a few months back, last February to be exact, my high school classmates and I saw him in Bohol during our short tour there. Chubby, cuddly Buchi was still crawling at that time. Two weeks later, this was right before the COVID quarantine was imposed on us, Buchi flew from Bohol to Manila to celebrate his first birthday with the grandfolks. Lo and…

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Celebrating A Quarantined Birthday

Celebrating A Quarantined Birthday

I just celebrated my nth birthday recently. No, you’re not allowed to ask how old I am. And no, don’t insist, please. I refuse to answer on the ground that I might incriminate myself! Gets? You’re allowed to ask anything – anything at all – except that, ok? Ok. And yes, I celebrated my bday in the middle of this quarantine enforced by the COVID crisis. So let me fill you in on how birthdays can…

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by Bong Wenceslao

-from SunStar’s ‘Candid Thoughts’ dated January 27, 2015  

My uncle, Ribomapil ‘Dodong’ Holganza, passed away last Sunday, 25 January 2015. He will be remembered with fondness and love. This article below is a tribute to Dodong Holganza, whose determined defiance against the Marcos dictatorship during the Martial Law years defined him. Bong Wenceslao, himself a former detainee during his younger days, writes with pride about those difficult days; in the hope that we may remember, appreciate, and learn to thank the nameless people who – like Dodong – risked life and limb for this thing they called freedom. This is Bong’s salute to our Martial Law Hero.  

THERE is a difference between living in the moment and looking back at that moment. In my experience, the difference is in the degree of certainty in assessing the moment and projecting its direction.

Remember the truism that hindsight is always 20/20? It means that people usually have a perfect understanding of an event “after” it happened. Before that event happened?

Uncertainty. Meaning that the vision is blurred.

I once lived inside the camp while undergoing “rehabilitation.” I swept the yard and, when somebody decided to fund the re-operation of the camp canteen, washed the dishes. Those were uncertain times, leading me to ask often: what will my future be?

One of my captors assured me that I do have a future still. I wasn’t sure then. But when I look back at that moment, I can now say that I shouldn’t have worried because I still had many years to live and many chances to grab ahead of me. The again at that time, how can I really be sure of what my future would be?

Which brings me to my point. Years before the 1986 Edsa People Power uprising toppled the Marcos dictatorship, nobody actually knew for certain how to end the rule of the dictator Ferdinand Marcos, or whether it would end at all. Those who lived and struggled during those “dark days” asked often: what would this country’s future be?

I recall that uncertainty when I remember Ribomapil “Dodong” Holganza Sr. and that fateful day on Christmas Day in 1982 when he and a few others were arrested in a house along Lopez Jaena St. for allegedly plotting to oust the Marcos dictatorship by armed means.

I didn’t know Holganza personally, unlike his son, Jose Ribomapil “Joeyboy” Holganza Jr., whom I know during our activist days. In fact, our group of militants viewed Holganza and the other local political leaders who fought the dictator in a collective sense: as merely anti-Marcos, as opposed to social, reformers.

But I personally considered him the more “progressive” of the anti-Marcos political leaders in Cebu. That showed in the manner he delivered his message. He wasn’t bombastic or loud but I admired the way he strung Cebuano words together. I can only identify one other leader with that style of speaking, the former rebel soldier and senator Gregorio Honasan.

Later generations who were either too young to appreciate the events leading to the toppling of the dictatorship or were not yet born at that time seem to consider the 1986 Edsa uprising like it followed the normal course of events—-meaning they think it was that easy. But there was uncertainty in the outcome of the anti-Marcos struggle–which should make them appreciate those who persevered in it and even died for it.

Many pushed for a peaceful, or parliamentary, struggle to end the dictatorship, but others used guns and battled Marcos’s minions in the mountains and in the urban areas.

Other thought sowing chaos was the way, and detonated bombs. One thing these groups and individuals could not be faulted for was refusing to act. Instead, they risked everything.

That struggle was waged only a few decades ago but it seemed eons now. Its participants and leaders—or to put it in another way–those who survived, have gotten old or, like the older Holganza and Nenita “Inday” Cortes-Daluz before him, have moved to the great beyond.

I hope the succeeding generations wouldn’t forget that episode in our nation’s history when Filipinos, including Cebuanos, stood up for what is right. I hope that when they look back at the struggle against the Marcos dictatorship, they wouldn’t use the benefit of hindsight.

That struggle was never easy and was fraught with uncertainties, thus the need to pay homage to those who either participated in it or led it—like Holganza, who died last Sunday. He will be remembered.

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With Cebu’s Serging Osmena

The young Dodong

With wife, Inday, and their kids.

Dodong after the Martial Law days.

During the last reunion in 2012.

Thre 3 surviving brothers,:Dodong, Rading and Rizing.

Dodong is recognized.

Visiting his late wife, Inday, after the last reunion.

  The Struggle and Hindsight by Bong Wenceslao -from SunStar's 'Candid Thoughts' dated January 27, 2015   My uncle, Ribomapil 'Dodong' Holganza, passed away last Sunday, 25 January 2015.

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Dearest Papa and Mama

My Papa died in November 2000. I was then assigned in Buldon, Maguindanao when I learned of his passing. My Mama followed 6 years later in April 2006. I was then in Korea attending a symposium. On both occasions, I was still in the active military…

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