By Nickky Faustine P. de Guzman
May 9, a Monday, could be just any ordinary day. Metro Manilans would endure EDSA’s bad traffic and the decaying and stuffed LRT and MRT trains rumbling above the city gridlock. In far-flung provinces, people would toil on a farm or fish in a sea, worrying about being able to put food on the table tomorrow. At the airports, families would bid farewell to loved one who join the ranks of overseas workers. May 9, a Monday, could be just any ordinary day — but it is also Election Day. And with it comes the hope of great change.
