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Sep 8, 2026
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She took her paddle, looked toward the east, and headed back to shore. Kumander still has a world to win.

The single spark

Nanay Helen has spent almost her entire life on Pan de Azucar Island, one of the 16 outlying islets of Concepcion. Towering above it is Mount

Manaphag-a landmark that defines the island's skyline. Yet that same beauty has also drawn the gaze of corporate interests.

Mining firms soon turned their attention to the Valderrama deposit, a copper- and gold-rich mineral zone in the island's southern part. When plans for an open-pit mine surfaced, Nanay Helen was among the first to sound the alarm after learning about the operation from her son.

The Villar-owned TVI Resource Development Philippines Inc. was granted exploration rights-an undertaking that proved invasive. Drilling activities led to the clearing of mangroves, the flooding of seaweed farms, and reports of residents falling ill from arsenic exposure.

As tensions grew, the island's three barangays-Tambaliza, Macatunao, and Talotu-an-became divided. But Nanay Helen stood her ground, confronting a barangay captain who had signed the approval.

Her defiance caught the attention of the Her courage, like a single spark, ignited a prairie fire that burned through the plans of those who sought to exploit Pan de Azucar.

Sea warden

Nanay Helen's battles began long before the mining. For decades, destructive fishing practices have been invading the municipal waters. Sinsoro, trawl, and commercial fishing vessels entered without shame, robbing small fisherfolk of their livelihood and eroding marine ecosystems.

When she became president in 2011 of the Tambaliza Small Fisherfolks Association, she confronted these operations directly. This not only made her controversial, it made her a target. Some locals cursed her, called her troublemaker, and attempted to remove her from the position. Still, she continued.

From 22 members, the association grew to around 70, supported by multiple non-governmental organizations. They introduced Fish Wardens trained by the Bureau of Fisheries and Aquatic Resources and the Local Government Unit, to patrol and protect the waters.

Calls of the sea

Nanay Helen grew up with nothing, yet had everything. Her family could not afford to send all the siblings to school. At 16, she set aside her dream of becoming a lawyer and left for Manila, working as a maid

Philippine National Police in Concepcion, and babysitter to help make who red-tagged her for leading protests against the mining project. She was called a "bruha" and other demeaning labels-simply because she chose to stand with her island.

ends meet.

But the city was no kinder to her. After years of enduring hardship, she was forced to return home to escape a man who had been stalking her with ill intent. It was then that the sea called-and Nanay Helen answered.

Little did she know, the sea that once gave her a livelihood on seaweeds would also give her purpose. As early as the 1990s, she began defending the environment and the rights of fisherfolk, laying the foundation for her lifelong fight for justice and community-centered development.

Nanay Helen continues to believe that beings exist in Pan de Azucar-guardians who make themselves visible when the island needs protection. To her, the gold-cloaked woman was a confirmation that they can recognize who among the living can be trusted. She protects the island, and in return, the island protects her.

Those in power may scorch forests, poison water, and write policies that erase entire communities with signatures and money. But they cannot kill the spirit of a woman whose love has become an instrument. Love that refuses erasure. Love that keeps fighting long after the flesh has collapsed and returned to salt and soil.

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