He's My Brother

He’s My Brother
BY Argie May Aprueldo


We see them darting among rushing cars begging for alms. Or searching piles of rubbish for leftover food. They move through the crowd between changes of traffic lights while hunger aches in their bellies.

These men and women, loitering masters of the streets that they are, have become either victims of crime lords or products of substance abuse. There are even those whose minds have totally grown blank from despair due to extreme poverty.

Most of these migrants are teenage girls who have only attained elementary education and are therefore limited to such jobs as domestic help and waitress. Those who don’t strike out lucky end up as hospitality girls or prostitutes who moved around the dismissal outskirts of the city. The city’s total youth populations who have similarly made the noisy blur of the streets their home.

As what regularly sweeps the street clean of these “lost sheep”. Lost sheep because they had to flourish for the reason that societies of today have destitute condition.


Aprueldo,Argie May V.
HUMA01/I2