We yukked at him. But maybe the guy really was wishing us a happy New Year.
We yukked at him. But maybe the guy really was wishing us a happy New Year.
My friend Moses asked me to find him an American wife. I (eventually) wrote a song about it.
Standing there brandishing an umbrella and looking ridiculous, I realized I needed to adjust my American expectations.
Photos from my $10 phone look like it has cataracts and is slightly color blind.
A long-winded story of a trip to Mahajanga with photos of a nasty hotel and, yes, lemurs — Coquerel’s sifakas.
Nasty Santa, disappeared from JibJab, has been spotted in Madagascar In all his bare-chested glory, and peddling snack crackers.
Follow my five-step system and you will discover just how easy it is to get robbed.
MADBAND’s journey leads me, a bassist and an original-music purist through cover songs—from Van Morrison’s “Moondance” to Santana’s “Corazon Espinado.”
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.
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