By His wounds we are healed
It’s just one jeepney ride away from one my best friend’s house. As I rode a jeepney on my way to spend the rest of Maundy Thursday with my friends, I saw an old woman inside the said vehicle. She wasn’t like any ordinary woman though. Upon observing her, I saw that she has these deep lesions and protruding scabs. It might be outrageous to claim when you are in the streets of Manila, but from the looks of her wounds it seems like she has leprosy. Clumps and gobs of flesh distorted her face. Oozing wounds replace most of her fingernails. Whatever was left of her nails we’re either deformed or full of dirt from her constant scratching. There were also patches of what looked like skin ulcers. The rest of her skin which didn’t have the wounds were either scaly, slimy or had skin flapping out.
