The end of this madness stops now. I remember my grandfather Alphonse and my grandmother Mercy in rural Haiti where I grew up. They loved and respecte... each other. My grandmother was a strong, intelligent woman. But unlike many of today’s women, she didn’t need to step on a man to feel her worth. Women like that are rare today, especially in the black community. We need to stop the hate and mistrust and spread more love. Because I think black men and black women united can be a beautiful,. The solution has to come from the government on the Philippines. I have written this story in response to a TV-program, where those people who exploit those poor girls portrayed like angels. Synopsis: A young innocent woman gets a rollercoaster ride kind of life out of her control. 1) A peaceful childhood It was the year 1977, when a little girl was born on a remote island about 150 kilometres from Manila. Her parents lived of the sea and electrical power, school etc. was not at hand. Linda, as. “We’d barricade the doors,” her sister laughed. “Besides, you don’t get Mom or Col mad. Even Daddy backs down if Mom gets her dander up.”“Okay, don’t piss off Mom, check,” Summer smiled. “Are we having dinner any time soon? They didn’t feed us much at lunch and I’m starving!”“Around here you can eat whenever you like but I think Daddy wants to barbecue,” Nicole smiled. “Hey, we can get into our bikinis and go for a swim first.”Summer shrugged and it took a second to register with her. ”“Then maybe I should try and recruit the both of them.”“Stop! Don’t do it, man. Just look at the emblems on that girl’s chest. There’s no way someone of that level will join our team.”Nearly everyone in the plaza looked in awe, their eyes were drawn to the duo. Maybe it was because they had witnessed a Four-Attribute Magic user in the flesh. Perhaps it was absolutely fascinating to see a Temple Academy mage carrying a blade. Or it was a certain type of charisma they both exhibited — a.