Sa pagpatay kay Jemima Kesha Mata Andres studyante ng Mariano Marcos State University at

graduating na sana sa kursong Bachelor of arts, Major in English Language...

TO MY RELATIVES & FRIENDS na nasa Pinas...

1st cousin ng friend namin ang victim that was barbarically shot in the head.
Currently, there's an on-going provincial & regional search in Ilocos.
This guy is still out there with his mother & son and is still using the victim's
number asking for help & money.
Please help & spread this post by sharing.
He could be anywhere by now... Ilocos Norte, Ilocos Sur, La Union, Cagayan,
Nueva Ecija, Nueva Vizcaya, Abra, or who knows... Manila.
Please, please share this post (kahit di nyo kilala victim or family ng victim)...
Let's not give this guy another opportunity to victimize innocent people.

click "continue reading" and there you can read a crowd sourcing for the bounty
of the suspect, Victorino Mangabat Jr., who merciless killed Jemima Andres, a
graduating student of MMSU - College of Arts and Sciences
Mr. Rey Andres, father of the victim initiated P 20,000 and whatever amount you
will voluntarily contribute will be added to it.
Anyway, read this post

THAT TRIP TO SARRAT

Going to Sarrat is usually fun and relaxing. Weve had countless family picnics in
the towns charming river resorts, visits to President Marcos birthplace, or just
strolls around the sleepy town. Each journey is memorable, but its the one we
made on August 4, Tuesday, I will never forget. That trip was the saddest I have
taken in my whole life. Seated on my passenger seat was fellow writer and office
mate, Reynaldo Andres. We were headed to the morgue to see the body of a slay
victim Sir Rey would later confirm is his only child. That morning in our office, Sir
Rey looked worried and upset. He received a text message from his daughter
Mai-mai, saying that she is in Cebu and that she needs money for her return fare.
Sir Rey was surprised, for she thought his only child, a graduating student, was
just working on a group project as she occasionally does with trusted classmates
she has treated as sisters. The text message said money should be sent to a
certain Francis Domingo Ortega with an address in La Union because her
daughters identification card is not with her. She said they were in the Waterfront
Hotel. Sir Rey immediately went out of the office to send his daughter P15,000
through a money transfer outlet in Batac. That was around 9:00 a.m. I, too, went
out of the office to attend my classes. When I returned for lunch at past twelve,
Sir Rey was doubly emotional and nervous. When he called his daughter to say
that the money has been deposited, the phone can no longer be reached. Then
came a phone call from another office in our university. The caller informed Sir
Rey that she saw a Facebook post referring to her daughter: RIP. Sir Rey
immediately went out of the door. After a few seconds trying to absorb the turn of
events, I and our colleagues in the officeMaam Kat and Sharonjoined him.

And thus our trip to Sarrat where radio reports say a body of a woman, with a
bullet wound on her head, was found at dawn. As it turned out, many already
knew about the identity of the victim a couple of hours before Sir Rey was
informed. Her classmates who earlier identified Mai-mai at the morgue did not
know how to tell Sir Rey, but they immediately gave their statement to the police.
The travel took at least forty-five minutes. I could have sped up so we can get
there soonest, but I was extra careful as my knees were wobbly and I was feeling
cold all over. Sir Rey, the tough guy and brilliant Ilocano writer Bannawag and
Agriculture Magazine readers are very familiar with, was on my side weeping
weeping for her daughter and also for himself. "She is the joy and hope of my
life, he said as he shared stories about Mai-mai: how the English language major
was very good at writing poems and how proud she was about inheriting her
fathers writing skills, how she dreamt of going to Law School, how her charming
and jolly personality brought cheer to friends and family, and how happy she was
turning nineteen just a few days ago. Mai-mai was my student in Logic when she
was a sophomore. Hands down the most stunning in class, she was also the
most convivial. As her friends attest, she can brighten up a dark day with her
ready smile and jolly disposition. But I only discovered only a year after that
semester, that she is the daughter of Sir Rey, an institution in Ilocano literature
and one of the countrys top science writers. The free-spirited Mai-mai was proud
of her father but she wanted to establish her own name. Sir Reys stories kept us
all teary eyed. I would have cried with him, but all of us had to show some
semblance of strength and hope. Maybe it was not Mai-mai. May be it was a
mistaken identity. But then calls came one after the other. Some offered very
clear clues. On the victims tattoo was the word Jem and Roman numerals that
translate to July 28, 1996. Is that her nickname? Is that her birthday? Yes, said
Sir Rey who was losing whatever hope he still held on to. Nagulpiten ti tao.., he
said sobbing, wailing, and without propagating gender stereotypes, I say it struck
me so hard to see a typical macho like Sir Rey weep unrestrained. He cried for
justice even as the suspect was initially believed to be related to a powerful
political clan. Indeed, the trip to Sarrat was a crash course for me on the society
we live in today: the value of family (Sir Rey narrated both the joys and hardships
of fatherhood), the power and responsibility of the media and the Internet (and
how Sir Rey, also a media practitioner, was among the last to know), the weight

we give to education (Mai-mai was determined to graduate in April next year), our
strong faith in God (Dios ti makaammon, said Sir Rey as he immediately called
their church pastor who also immediately proceeded to the funeral home), and
the impacts of politico-economic imbalances (that feeling of powerlessness when
the suspect is believed to be influential). When we arrived in Sarrat, we decided
to go to the police first before proceeding to the funeral home. At the morgue, Sir
Rey confirmed what we hoped was just a confusion, a bad dream, or just a
distasteful joke. Jemima Keziah Andres, our beloved Mai-mai, is dead.

missing din daw ang fiancee/wife ng suspect na taga Cauayan Isabela ng 1 year and 3 months
na.

UPDATE on our efforts to raise a bounty for the murderer of our dearJemima Kezia Mata Andres.
After only a day, we're down to the last P25,000 so we can complete our P100,000 target. We have
so far gathered P75,000 worth of pledges.
Note that pledges will only be colllected AFTER the suspect is captured, so that the reward can be
given to those who provided information that led to the arrest.
So far, the amount of pledges range from P50 to P20,000. Some donors prefer to remain anonymous
and sent me private messages. Even small amounts surely help us in this crowdsourcing effort.
This we do first for Jem, but also for all of us who can live more peacefully without a brutal, merciless
man in our midst.
May God bless us all.