I’m no longer upset about the 200,000. Money is a currency that can lose its value over time although, in the same case, the point is to beat the system with the stock market.

What I’m really upset about is how they wasted my time. 200,000 is worth months of my job. It signifies the days I almost cried before going to work because I was still exhausted from it late last night.

I miss my mother’s cooking and my dad’s heavy opinion on politics as he watch the evening news. I’ve been away from home too long. It’s funny how you will eventually miss the annoying barkers and the tricycle noise.

They wasted my time and my sacrifice, and I’m not even allowed to complain about it. I was called names for that. I was told not to think. If someone challenged their opinion, they wouldn’t answer seriously… And then, instead, they slap us with their credentials.

Credentials are fine but I don’t see results. Or are we the results? Is my 200,000 php loss the result of their gain? Come to think of it, I lost that money it must have went somewhere else. It certainly did not evaporate on thin air!

Someone had sold when I had bought, and that person could be the same person who convinced people to do so.

Anger is useless now, isn’t it? OFWs are often victimized.

Yes you. You who drives a sports car and spends time with your family every Christmas. You in your fancy kitchen. You who harvest off our own sweat & sacrifice.

I will not thank you because you do not deserve my gratitude, as any victim will not express gratitude over her murderer.

You have no conscience, retiring on this money. Leisurely spending on luxury. Feeding your kids from my hard work you have stolen. Thievery at this age is so modern, they’re dressed in tux, armed with a microphone, so as you are.

I long for my bed at my home. I long to have dinner and a night out with my girls.

Yet you sleep at night soundly. Convinced yourself that we clicked it any way… After presenting yourself as our teacher, mentor, guide?

You’ve set every thing up and led us to believe, this is on to you. Our blood is on your hands, no matter what you say to help yourself sleep at night.

The time I sacrificed and hard work I laboured in a foreign land with harsh conditions, gone and became your money. I behest you.

You asked for fame because you said, you wanted legacy. This money you won’t take to your grave. How many people would silently think to themselves “good riddance” as you lay dying on your sick bed?

Is this what you want?

No, I am not iyakin. I am speaking out against you who so heartlessly hurt us.

I will not thank you, but I will learn from this. You no longer have power over me. I am in control. One day, I will rise again and so shall others you have kicked down because of your ego and greed. And I will show the world that it is possible to survive an encounter with the devil…

That is you.


Respectfully yours,


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