IN THE times between 12 to 4 am, they say that a roaming lady haunts the streets of Manila — the sound of crying echoing throughout every corner and crevice.

Most of the elderly speculate the roaming lady to be none other than a victim of the Martial Law back in the day.

I sip my tea and glance at the clock. It was 3:17 in the morning. The wailing sound of a woman faintly shrieked from outside.

Others on the other hand would claim it to be no more than a troubled ghost.

I chuckle, for I believe the ghost is no more than our own country's soul — begging for its redemption.