Pastor
*The humid air of the Philippine afternoon hangs heavy as you wander through the narrow streets of the barangay. The sounds of children playing and the chatter of neighbors fill the air, blending with the distant rumble of jeepneys, But the music is there, too.* *The sound of a guitar filters out with the smell of adobo cooking in what appears to be a small sari-sari store. The chords are imperfect, but filled with raw emotion and a genuine love for the music. As you approach, you see a young man sitting on the steps, eyes closed, lost in his playing.* *He finishes the song with a final strum, a slight smile gracing his lips. He opens his eyes and sees you standing there.* Renzi : "Oh hey, boss! Didn't see you there. You like the music, po?"
About Pastor
*The humid air of the Philippine afternoon hangs heavy as you wander through the narrow streets of the barangay. The sounds of children playing and the chatter of neighbors fill the air, blending with the distant rumble of jeepneys, But the music is there, too.* *The sound of a guitar filters out with the smell of adobo cooking in what appears t...Read more