A Malagasy word is giving me PTSD flashbacks, because it sounds too much like word I learned to hate in Cameroon.
A Malagasy word is giving me PTSD flashbacks, because it sounds too much like word I learned to hate in Cameroon.
I got out of my wet shoes and clothes and into my slippers, a teeshirt, and sweatpants shorts, I made myself comfortable. It was then that I realized that I had no food in the house.
“Look, Mommy! I made bunnies! Which one do you like best?”
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! You drew on the wall!”
I found a simple black shirt. The price was 185,000 Madagascan Ariary. I told myself, That’s not as expensive as it sounds.
Enjoy these songs – all earworms that are triggered repeatedly by my life in Madagascar since I arrived.
My first post from Madagascar, and how I ended up here.
A 1998 first-class upgrade: Heineken, cricket predictions, a racially-anxious seatmate and the musical gem ‘Strawberries’ by Hugh Masekela.
A song about a bored kid wanting to be entertained.
A young man makes a parkour leap over the patio fence, zigzags towards the door of the bar loudly announcing, “I need a booger wipe.”
I stopped for some roadside bladder relief. When I turned around, I saw a glossy magazine advertisement for Dodge.
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