bojo. in memoriam

he was my nephews and nieces good friend. they are fom Cotabato City. having been abandoned by his mother and father, he lived with his kind grandmother who raised and took care of him. he was 19 years old and a jolly person who always cracked jokes. he often slept over at my brother C's house, thus, making him their adopted son whether they liked it or not. he liked staying at C's place because he felt like he had a family there. my nieces and nephew treated him like he was part of the household. he ate there. slept there. took baths there.i t was his second home.

while on his way to C's house a few days ago he was accosted by strangers. they created a ruckus. being a young and strong boy, he fought back. they shot him 3 times. one shot hit his hip, hit the ground then ricocheted back up his neck. he still ran. but then, he fell and hit the ground. he died on the way to the hospital.

we never got to know what they argued about or why they chose to harass this kind boy.

but what we are sure of was... he was running towards the direction of my brother's house.

we fervently pray they catch the useless wimps that did this to him.

ingat wherever you are Boj. maybe you weren't loved enough by others, but you were loved by us.