ADVANCED ORAL COMMUNICATION Oratorical Speech
ADVANCED ORAL COMMUNICATION Oratorical Speech
ADVANCED ORAL COMMUNICATION Oratorical Speech
EXAMINATION)
Part 1. When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino children all over the country
wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white. I thought -- if I just wished hard
enough and was good enough, I'd wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside my
window and freckles across my nose!
More than four centuries under western domination does that to you. I have sixteen
cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will
have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend; the
Filipino diaspora. Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world.
There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a
natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get
emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has
perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself.
Our heroes offered their lives in the struggle against the Spanish, the Japanese, the
Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.
Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by
the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride
away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where
he is now. My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself
a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures.
Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with
national identities and individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already
a microcosm of the world.
In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back
home. Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as
ominous as so many claims.
Part 2. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying
mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given
more time. Especially now when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate
from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.
A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much
abandonment but an extension of identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the
40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-
a-million seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships.
We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction workers in the Middle East,
your doctors and caregivers in North America, and your musical artists in London's West
End.
Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new
nations, yet still remain essentially who they are.
We call people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees' -- those who followed their dream
yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune. From where I am
standing now, I can almost hear the lines, “Chase your dreams but always know the road
that will lead you home again”.
In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will
come home. A borderless world doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll
always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back
to the country that shaped me.
And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a
bright Christmas morning.
Part 1. The welfare of the people is the Supreme Law. So goes a time-honored maxim in
legal jurisprudence.
This gem of thought is uppermost in my mind as I stand before you today- a typical Filipino
teenager of this so-called computer age. Given a choice, I would rather talk of parties and
movies and the girl next door. Or thrill you with an exhibition of the latest dance steps or
discuss the latest news or sports.
But there are times when an immature teenager like me should take stock of his
environment and voice his own sentiments for the welfare of the people. These is one of
those rare times.
Ladies and gentlemen, you are all looking very elegant today. I could see that you are
among the well-to-do, the fortunate, even the rich. But have you ever tried to visit the slum
areas and witness their run-down conditions? Those places stink. And the persons living
there, wallowing in poverty and ignorance have only their souls to identify them as human
beings. They are Filipinos, too- harbingers of this glorious Pearl of the Orient Seas. Yet,
what are you doing for them? You who enjoy the blessings of a democracy and the
advantages of higher learning?
I accuse you of abandoning the poor and the miserable. I accuse you of neglecting your less
fortunate countrymen. I accuse you of sleeping on your obligations as a citizen.
Part 2. I accuse you of want of civic spirit, without which a community will not grow and its
people cannot enjoy the luxury of peace and a measure of happiness. In accusing you, I am
accusing myself, too, because I am part of you.
But there must be a good Samaritan in every one of us. For of what use are our riches if
others wallow in poverty? What is the use of power and fame, if many of our brothers and
sisters live like beasts of burden? What price your diploma if a sheepskin, ladies, and
gentlemen, if countless others do not know how to read and write?
Yes, the answer to community development is self-help. Give the best of yourself to the
solution of myriad problems confronting young people. Educate them. Lead them. Help
them. For God helps those who help themselves.
If you do this, there shall one day rise a great nation where people are peaceful and
contented because they have enough to eat; where surroundings are clean and beautiful,
where factories hum with the tempo of progress, where there is no social caste; and the
laborer can look up to anyone with dignity, where every Filipino lives beneath the shelter
of happy homes.