It was one of those long tiring days. I guess that I should be use to it. I leave my home every morning at 6 am to go to work. It’s tough to work for a textile company; especially when you didn’t finish school. So you have to accept any job they gave you. My parents and I lived in an isolated countryside. To go to the nearest market; we had to walk for hours on a dirt road. When my parents saw that I could read and write a little; they told me to stop and help them out with the farming. I didn’t have a choice. Later on I met my husband. During that time; he helped his boss who had a small truck to load in goods. It was love at first sight. He promised me that he’ll take me far away from this deserted place if I followed him. I did accept. So I left my parents at an early age. When we moved into town, we didn’t have a luxurious home. It was just a two roomed place and the kitchen and toilet was outside. I had to help my husband earn our daily bread. That’d why I decided to apply for a job in a textile company. I guess I was lucky that I got hired right away. I didn’t want to be someone’s housekeeper. They make you work real hard and hardly give you food to eat. At my job now; I’m in the “Pressing section”. You stand there during the entire day just ironing. I always have to bring a bottle of water from home to drink when it gets too hot. Some of my co workers just pass out. They’re probably too exhausted or it’s the heat they can’t support. I wish I could bring my own lunch from home but I don’t want to be different from the others. Everyone eats lunch there. The food is terrible. Some say that the cooks mix baking soda in the rice when they cook it to make it more. Often I get heart burns.

My husband runs in the house breathlessly: “Put your shoes on and let’s go!”

I obeyed not having a clue where we were heading to.

“Where is our son?” I asked him; while trying to catch up with his pace.

“He’s still with my mother. Hurry up!”

We got to a place where there was a crowd of people already there. It was pitch dark and cold. Some guys were prying a department store doors open. I was shocked. People were over excited and pushing each other to enter it. My legs became weak.

“Noro! Get in before everyone gets the good things!” my husband yelled.

When we got inside it was horrifying seeing people run everywhere and steal all they can. Some took off their own clothes and put on new ones. Others brought a plastic bag with them.

“Woman, why are you just standing there? If you’re not going to take anything. Get out of my way then.” a man said; pushing her aside. I didn’t know where my husband had disappeared. It was a total chaos. I was running up every floor to search for him; but no luck. I heard someone downstairs shouting: “Get out! Get out! The store is burning down”. That’s when I really panicked. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. The smoke was blinding me. I hardly could breathe. The place was falling apart. I heard screams from all directions. I thought that day I was going to be burned alive. My son came to my mind. I don’t want him to be an orphan. I tried to drag myself out. Some parts of my clothes were on fire. When I reached the entrance door; I could see the people trying to open it. It was blocked. I know I had to find another way out. I got up as fast as I can and went back upstairs. Some of the stairs were already crumbling but I didn’t care. I finally reached the second floor where I saw a gap big enough for me to squeeze through. All I wanted is to get out of this building. I fell and hit the hard ground. There were more screaming.

I’m not sure for how many days I was unconscious. I was relieved that I was still alive but the hospital bill worried me more. My mother in law was next to my bed with my son.

“Where is Terry?” I asked her. She just bursted out crying.

“He couldn’t come out the building. He was stuck there with the others who were burned alive.”

At that time I was devastated; thinking about what would become of us?

Weeks passed and I decided to go back to work. I still wasn’t strong enough. My boss noticed that too.

“Look! I know what you’ve been through. I’m sorry that you lost your husband. We have a lot of work now. You can hardly iron more than 10 clothes. I want you to leave right now. As you know that time is money. I have no time to waste.” The boss hollered.

I didn’t want to cry in front of him. I took my bottle of water and followed him to his office. He gave me my salary just for two weeks. I didn’t know what to do. It has been awhile that I couldn’t even pay our house rent.

My mother in law didn’t want anything to do with us since her son died. I wanted to go back home to my parents. I knew if we did; we’ll just be a burden to them.

As I walked in the street; I couldn’t hold my head high anymore. I didn’t even see the little dried tomatoes that I bought rolled out my bag. There’s a nice lady behind me who picked it up for me.

“Nowadays; people don’t smile anymore. This political crisis really destroyed each home.  Some parents can’t send their children to school. Everything you buy in the market is expensive. Some just eats rice by itself. They can’t even afford to buy leafy greens to eat with it.” The woman said sighing.

“Madam, can you please help me. My son and I don’t have a place to stay. My husband died in the terrible fire at the department store.” Noro pleaded; tears falling down her face.

“That’s kind of difficult because I don’t even know you.” The woman replied.

“I’ll work for you as maid.”

“That won’t be possible. I already have one.”

“Or I can wash your laundry. Just anything to have a home for us. I don’t want my son to live on the street.” Noro told the woman.

“Look what I can do for you. I have this little place. Actually; it’s where my pigs used to stay. I had to sell them all because of this crisis. You have two choices. You can stay in my pigpen or out in the street. Don’t worry you don’t have to pay any rent. I give it to you for free until now. The only condition is that you don’t bother me and my family. You find your own food.”

After several days; I went back to see the ruins of the burned building that caused the death of so many people. I brought a flower that I found in the public garden. There were other families of the victims throwing flowers into what was left of the burned department store. That’s how they paid respect to their loved ones. I kissed mine and layed it on the ground.

I can never forget the day when we moved in the pigpen. It was filthy and stank. We didn’t have any bed to sleep on. We had to use our thin old mats.

That night I layed down and thought: “Even though I didn’t have much before I had a home. Now I have nothing. The change was too sudden and cruel. I believe that I’m not the only one who is suffering because of this crisis. We never know what would occur the next day of our lives. Too many innocent lives were taken for the greed of the others. Here is the country now; sinking in the blood of its people that were killed.”

Early in the morning; it was already drizzling. The kind of weather that doesn’t make you want to go outside. Late at night; is the only time there is peace in the tunnel. Even before the sunrise; people and cars are rushing through it. I couldn’t sleep well last night. I guess because the ground seemed too cold as usual. The boxes that we found in trash bins didn’t help much. We had to flatten the boxes, so everyone could have a place to sit. I leaned against Soa who was lightly snoring. I tried not to wake her and her little son 3 yrs old son Patrick up. As I got myself in a more comfortable position. It has been a longtime; since I have been with Soa. We’re not related. Us being inseparable made us close as a family. Sometimes I have this urge inside of me to call her Mama like little Patrick. But I don’t dare. She’s not my mother. Just someone who found me in a trash bin by chance when I was a baby. She told me that I was wrapped in a plastic bag; crying weakly. She didn’t know how long I was there. What surprised her that I didn’t suffocate with all that trashes on top of me. She said that I was around 6 months. During that time; she was still childless. So she took me and tried to raise me as she could. When I grew up; once I called her Mama but she got very upset and yelled at me that she wasn’t my mother. Since then I called her by her name. Sometimes I ask myself what did I do wrong to make my real mother hate me so much. That she was capable to try to kill me. I was just an innocent baby for goodness sake. There are times that I would make up stories in my mind that she’ll come back to look for me. But she never did and I know she never will. I have to quite fooling myself. It isn’t easy to face up to reality. There’s no other choice. Patrick’s eyes open slowly and he begins to fidget. I remember the time Soa was pregnant. I never figured out who was the father. She always left me alone in the tunnel while she went to do her business. I knew that I’ll be lonely more than ever; especially when the baby comes. She’ll think more about her child than me. Soa didn’t go to a hospital to give birth. She couldn’t afford that. The night; she gave birth it was only me and her. She was screaming with pain. I didn’t know how to comfort her. I saw the baby head appear. She told me to make sure that the baby doesn’t fall on the ground. She handed me a sharp broken glass. She told me to use it to cut the umbilical cord. I did as she told me. The baby was fine. Soa was weak from a lot of blood loss. She told me not to worry just take care of the baby. After a few days; she got better. We solemnly get sick from the way we live or the food we eat. We’re use to it.

Each time that I look at Patrick; there’s this jealous feeling inside of me. I have to admit it that it hurts me a lot how Soa is so affectionate to him. I know that it’s her kid. Now; she treats me like I was just a puppy that tags along. I want to be loved too. It’s tough being 12 yrs old girl and lonely. As usual Patrick wanted to be paid and attention too. He howled.

Soa is startled: “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing! He just woke up and started to cry.”

“How much did you get till now?” Soa asked.

“People just pass by and no one drops any money in the can.”

“Peta, you don’t just wait for the people to read your mind. You have to beg.” Soa told her annoyed.

“Sir! Madam! Please give us money we haven’t eaten for days.” Peta begged. No one cared. People tried not to step on them. It was probably because they didn’t want their clean clothes to get dirty.

“Stay here! We’re going for a walk.” Soa said.

“I don’t want too. I’m going too.”

“Not with us; go somewhere else. You better bring back the money you get and not eat it all yourself.” Soa warned her.

Peta had no choice but to obey her. At night; it’s a jungle out here. There’s no safety for anyone; especially little girls like her. People think that bad guys don’t mess with homeless people like us. Even though we have nothing to offer them. We’re not safe. Once after midnight; the silence in the tunnel was disturbed by a group of guys. They were very rowdy and drunk. They kicked us repeatedly while we were sleeping. One guy pulled me and forced me to follow him. I was terrified and screamed. Soa hollered at them to leave me alone. She got punched in the face. The guy who was gripping my arm so hard; looked at me and said: “Do you think I want you? You stinky, dirty rag!” He threw me against the wall. I didn’t pass out. Just in terrible pain. I heard them laugh hysterically while they left. That wasn’t the first time incidents like that happened to me. It was always Soa to protect me. I’m grateful for what she has done for me. As she said that I owe her.

People don’t like to get near me because I smell bad and really filthy. I can’t help it. Here in town it’s difficult to find to water and soap to wash ourselves. The disgust look on their faces really breaks my heart. I want to shout at them and say: Don’t look and treat me like that. I’m a human being like you. I have blood circulating in me and organs like you. We came into this world the same way and we all will die one day too. The differences between us are that you have a roof over your head; good food to eat; education; money and clean. What do I have? Nothing compared to you. I live under a tunnel. I’m stepped on everyday. No one bothers to apologize. The air I inhale is pollution from the cars you have. I dig into the trash bin to survive from starving. A rotten fruit is one of the best foods we can find. You throw away your leftovers. When we find it; it’s like we found a treasure. When your clothes are torn or old ; you throw it away. We gather it and wear it again. It helps us from being cold and naked. The things you consider as garbage. We take it and cherish it for the rest of our lives.

I’d been walking for hours now with a growling stomach. I begged people to give me a piece of what they were eating. They ignored me. Or the usual answers: No! or I have nothing to give you!

I was totally exhausted and sat on the grass near a bench where there was two girls talking. They were complaining about their parents not giving them allowances to buy clothes. Not having enough money to watch the concert during the weekend.

I sighed and thought to myself that everyone has their own problems and worries. It was getting dark and everyone seemed to be in a hurry to get home. For me; I don’t have anything special waiting for me at home. No hot meal nor a cozy bed nor a television show that I don’t want to miss; at home. Tonight will be like one of those other nights that I would go to sleep with an empty stomach. Hours passed but Soa and her son didn’t come back yet. I didn’t worry about them. Soa knows how to take care of herself. All I have is my dreams to create a world that I know will never exist for me. I dream at night and face reality in the morning.

Days, weeks; and months passed. Soa and little Patrick never showed up again. Peta looked around everywhere but couldn’t find them. She became a loner in a cruel world where you have to fight for survival. She had no one to lean on too but herself. “That’s my world which differs from yours!”

All around the world, every country has its customs and rituals. What I’m going to talk about; is not something new. For those who read my article about “ Famadihana”or Exhumation. Already have an idea, what happens during this family event. The difference between these articles than the last other one I wrote. I had the chance to attend an Exhumation at Andramasina Antemotra and this time there are pictures.

* Andramasina is a countryside that is located around 32 km from Tana. The last time we went there to visit. The road was a terrible dirt road. But now, it completely changed. You don’t have to worry about getting dusty anymore.

* On the way to go to Antemotra. Is the name of the place where the festivity took place. As you notice the hills, it took us around an hour and so to climb it to reach the place. We also passed by the Sacred lake. You might be wondering why is this lake so sacred. Here in Madagascar, there are a lot of sacred places, which has taboos that you have to respect. Some say that if you look in the lake, you can see a mysterious stairs that no one knows where it leads. Before there was a village there. A stranger, who was an old lady, went to this village. She begged for water but no one cared. She cursed the village. There was a huge flood. That’s when this village completely disappeared. That explains the existence of the stairs. Once there was a friend of the family that ate a pork sausage, and after he washed his hands there. It seemed that something pulled him in the water. Everyone searched for him but his corpse didn’t reappear from the water until after 3 days.

Once there was a man who took his pigs there. Then suddenly the pigs head turned backward. If you want to go to this countryside, you can’t eat or touch any pork. At least one week before, going there. When you don’t respect the taboos, something bad always happens.

* Before the huge family event, there was a dance party at night. This countryside is far from the capital. What was really amazing is that the country people like the famous Malagasy music that we listen to in town. It was nice to watch them dance, having the time of their lives. No matter their age, you can see the happiness on their face.

* During that night too, we roasted a sheep which was very delicious.

* We could also see those who tried to find money. Some sold different kinds of beverages. But the most famous there is the Toaka gasy: which is a strong alcoholic Malagasy beverage. Some men drink it until they are totally drunk.

* Here is a Sugar cane seller. It’s very sweet and it makes you want to eat non-stop until your mouth is tired chewing and spitting it out.

* This is the family Guest house. All the family stays there when they come to Antemotra.

* During the Exhumation, a zebu is killed to feed all the family and guests, and those who live around. What we have here is the skin of the dead zebu.

* Some Exhumations have the Malagasy traditional singers (mpihira gasy). But this time; we had this musical band to entertain people with the music they played.

* We can never forget the popular “Vary be menaka”. It’s the fatty beef that we eat with rice.

* This is the place where we feed the guests and those who live around.

* It’s time to go to the family tomb. You can see the people bringing the “tsihy”: which is a mat and the “lamba mena”: which is a shroud.

* Here is the family tomb which the ancestors are buried.

* Strong young men are digging and on top of the tomb are the “zana-drazana”: which are the generations of the ancestors. This is one way they show how proud they are to have ancestors which they came from.

* This is how the tomb looks like when it’s open. Only men entered it.

* This is the inside of the tomb; where you can see the corpse of the ancestors.

* Here are the group of men taking out the ancestors corpse out of the tomb

* They were laid on a mat. Some families wait every 7 years to renew the shroud.

* It takes time to renew the shroud. It’s a very tense moment for the family. It reminds them of their beloved ancestors that passed away a long time ago.

* To make sure that the shroud doesn’t become loose and open. This is the way, they do to prevent that.

* After that is done, we put it all back in the family tomb.

There are some Malagasy people who don’t do the Exhumation anymore. Everyone has their personal reasons and opinions. Despite the globalization, each country has their customs and traditions. Some doesn’t care about that anymore. They think its old fashion or even a waste of money. The Exhumation is the moment to gather all the family. A new beginning, to forget all the family feuds and become close again. It’s also the moment to know more about the ancestors that we came from. Especially, to know that when our time is through. We have a family tomb and won’t just be buried anywhere. As Malagasy, we have our beliefs. Respect it and that what makes us different from other countries.

Do we really know the importance of reading? Some of us might love it or hate reading. Since I was a child my wildest dream was to be locked up in a library and read all day. Everyone has a choice is either to be hooked up on books or T.V or internet.

I bet you’re wondering , why do I love books so much. It’s because it gives you knowledge and above all let you enter a new world. Especially books without pictures, makes you use your imagination.

My life in writing stories were inspired by the books i’ve read. Some might say that it’s more boring than watching a good movie on T.V. It’s not if you know how to choose the right one to read.

For some culture , the children are used to be read to , before going to bed. Some are still very young. Even if they don’t understand it yet. When they get older, they’ll have the habit of picking out a book and read to themselves.

For us Malagasy people, I can tell you that we have great authors. I’ve read alot of malagasy books, not just tales but stories. I loved it. Why can’t we read to our children every night before they go to bed? All of you will say that : ” We’re tired from work and no time or no book to read.” . I’ll answer you by saying that there’s time for everything, and reading is very relaxing and we have alot of book shops here.It won’t hurt to give it a try.

Why not give a book as a birthday present. It would be something different. It’s up to you , to convince the person to read a book.

When I say read a book, I don’t mean only stories. Read newspaper,magazine, encyclopedias ….. etc

For me personally, I can’t live without reading a book.

Choice the right book to read and you won’t regret it!!!!!!

All around the world,  everyone doesn’t all live in a town or a city. Some prefers living at the countryside which isn’t a bad idea at all. In the city , it’s very filthy , polluted and crowded. When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you hear is the noises from the cars and buses but in the countryside, just the sounds of the birds singing and the smell of pure air.

Here in Madagascar the types of houses, you see are different. It’s depends in which region you are . In the pics is the countryside here in Tana

It seems so quiet and peaceful  . Not worrying about always being in a hurry or where to buy food. You can just eat what you cultivated It’s also excellent for the health. In the city when you suck in air, you just start coughing. Here, in the countryside . It makes you feel like a new healthy person. The biggest disadvantage is the entertainment. If you don’t know how to amuse yourself by enjoying the nature . It can bore you to death.

Most of the elders , want to spend the rest of the days they have to live at the countryside . Living in the city can really tire us!!!

We do have very terrible roads here in Madagascar. This road , you see above is called ” DARAINY”. It’s the road , that separates Ambilobe and Vohemar. I really like travelling, but how can I ever forget the most terrifying moment in my life.

It was mid January, I was taking a vacation at Sambava. I did have a good time. I had to go home, and I knew that during the wrong moment. It was the cyclone season that time. So I left Sambava , on a Saturday afternoon. Usually , you have to ride those huge trucks with tons of passengers belongings on top of it. Frankly, it wasn’t comfortable at all. The seats were hard . When we passed by Vohemar, you could see the roads flooded with water. So the truck had to go slowly. The worst part was that we entered Darainy at night. In that place , there’s nothing but woods, and no houses at all. So if the truck gets stuck , it’s a day walk to get out of there. It started to rain , that’s when I got nervous . That means bad news, because the truck has to go very slow or either stop at a rain barrier. I wanted to get back home to Tana that bad. The road was flooded with water and very slippery. There’s were also alot of holes in the ground. We passed a little bridge. I mean the truck was just like skidding. It didn’t get better. The driver told everyone to hold on tight to their seat. For me I think he meant dear life. He told us that he had to pass this heavy truck by two thin woods, they call a bridge. If he goes slow the bridge will fall and so will the truck. He drove very fast , and we heard the bridge fall when we got on the safe side. We were relieved especially me. As we went on the truck started to tilt on one side. The driver told us that the two fell into a deep hole. Everyone started to whimper with fear. I was calling the Lord’s name. I thought the truck was about to fall over on one side. Miraculously, the driver kept the car going on full speed. That was the first time I’d ever rode in a car sideways. Everyone was really shooken up.

That’s how the passengers and the drivers of those trucks suffer during the wet seasons. It was an adventure for me that i’ll never forget. In a way , I don’t dare to go back on that road, but another part of me wants too.

Mika and his sister Niry sat on the rotten log; thinking about how their Easter holidays would have been if their parents didn’t force them to go to the countryside.

“Now, my friends are having a blast at the concert. I can see them eating , drinking and dancing. While I’m here, playing Who blinks first with a cow.”

“Mika, you’re not the only one totally bored. Do you think I want to sit on this hard thing. I don’t want to sit on the grass. Who knows what is hiding underneath it.” Niry complained.

” I guess, if I don’t have anything to do. I’ll just chew some grass like this cow.” Mika whined.

“Seriously, I wonder how can the people here at countryside spend their day. I mean it’s driving me nuts.”

“Kids! Come inside , it’s time for lunch.” their mom called.

They entered the kitchen , barely seeeing anything. The room was nothing but smoke from the fire.

“I can’t breathe or even see anything!! Anyone in here?” Niry said.

” We’re all here. Sit down!! Try to enjoy your vacation!!” their dad told them.

Grand ma gave each of them a moutain of rice and a bowl with a chicken piece  floating in water.

“Doesn’t it look delicious!!” Dad said licking his lips.

“I bet we’ll be eating chicken every day by the time we leave this place. So don’t be surprised if we look like chickens when we get home!!” Mika whispered to his sister.

” Chicken for meals , and sweet potatoes as snacks!! yesterday, my belly ached so bad that I had to go out in the woods to do you know what!!”

“Did you wipe it with your hands? You know that toilet paper doesn’t exist here.” Mika asked looking at Niry’s hands.

“That’s gross!! Of course not. I just had to grab the nearest leaves.”

“Now , you have insects crawling up your ass. My leg itches bad. I’m being attacked by fleas and ticks.” Mika said.

” Don’t you remember what our cousins here said: When you can’t beat those insects; just eat them!” Niry giggled.

“You’re a big help! It takes forever for the day to end. What do you want to do? Go outside again and count the cow dungs we can find or stare at the landscape and yawn.”

“Wow , what a choice. How about if we just sit in our rooms and close our eyes. Hoping this is just all a nightmare!” Niry proposed.

The night , they waited for ages finally came.

‘ It’s bedtime kids. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.” their mom cooed.

” I hope it doesn’t eat us alive.” Mika answered back.

” How can they sleep on this thin mat on this dirty floor. My backaches and I’m so uncomfortable. I want to go back home.” Niry cried.

” Cheer up , tonight is the last night for us to stay here. Try to enjoy it.” Mika told her.

It was dead quiet and pitch black in the room. None of them couldn’t sleep; except their parents.

” I can’t stand this anymore. I’m going to sit down.” Mika said to himself.

Across the room in the corner , there was a light. He saw someone sitting cross legged ; looking at him. He couldn’t really see the face. It seemed like a dark shadow. Mika was getting goose bumps. The thing was coming closer to him. he was so terrified that he force himself to sleep.

The next day, before the departure. Mika told his grand pa about what he saw. He told Mika that is was the ghost of an uncle; who always drops by when there are visitors.

The only words that came out of Mika’s mouth was :” There’s no place like home, where you don’t see strange things and you feel at ease.”

Madagascar is a beautiful island in the Indian Ocean. There are many different kinds of animals ,reptiles, and insects. Despite the political Crisis 2009 that occured in the country. How can we forget the beauty of its nature.

Some of those faunas are in extinction now. We have to find ways to protect the environment.

We’ll just let the images , we see above speak for it self.

Since I was introduced to this blogging stuff, I became really addicted. I do it for fun , even if i’m not a professional journalist. I know I do a pretty good job as them in like writing something or taking photos. But this time I over done it. Here I am now in a prison cell. Let’s make it clear, it’s not that I didn’t respect the Law. I’m here for my protection. Lately in my town , alot of people had been disappearing. No one knew exactly who the real kidnapper is. I was suspicious about this old lady who lived near the creek. The kids in the neighborhood calls her a witch. So once I decided to pass by her place and sneak around. I didn’t find any evidence, so I went back home empty handed. In my bedroom I like sitting near my window, where I can watch out what’s happening outside. We just got a new neighbor named Mr. Cally. He seemed to be a peculiar man. I never seen another person enter or leave his home except him. He has been living in that house next to ours for months now. For me , I consider him new, because I don’t know him well like my other neighbors. Every morning this guy wakes up around 4 a.m in the morning, and goes to his garden behind his place. He likes sitting on the ground . I can’t really see what he’s doing. He always gives his back to me. It just seems that he’s planting something. So when I didn’t get lucky with the kidnappping story that’s really famous in my town now. I decided to write a story about this odd guy in my blog.

One morning the cops came knocking at my door. My parents totally freaked out. They wanted to talk to me and asked my questions about Mr. Cally. It was getting on my nerves. So I told them to come up to my room where I can show them my blog. During those few weeks, I always wrote something about this guy in my blog. The cops found some interesting informations that they were looking for. I got scared because I didn’t want to be consider a paparazzi. I mean Mr.Cally isn’t even famous. I just wanted to write a new story for my blog.

Days passed, I noticed that Mr.Cally daily routines became to change. I saw him carry a huge leather bag and leave his place. I knew this was the moment to make my story a nation’s hit. I went to his place and pried open the window. What I was doing can throw me to jail but I didn’t care. I finally got the chance to enter the place. It has a horrifying view. The place was a total chaos. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had discovered the person , the cops had been searching for months now. It wasn’t the old lady by the creek. It was my own neighbor, the mysterious kidnapper. It was a good thing that I bought my digital camera with me. I took alot of pictures. But the most gruesome part was to find out that our kidnapper was a cannibal. Now I figure out what he did every morning in his garden. He was burying the bones of those he ate. I ran out the door , but wasn’t quick enough. Mr. Cally was standing there and licking his lips. I screamed and tried to fight him off. I was lucky though , he only bit my arm. There was a cop around so they came to my rescue. They went back to arrest the guy, but couldn’t find him. They took me to the police station for my protection. They knew Mr. Cally will come back for me. They also asked me why did I do such a risky thing. I just told them, it was for my blog. I became famous because I knew everything before any journalists. I didn’t really base my blog only about stories . I became a Citizen Media by letting people from all over the world to know actual events in my town and why not my country…

By looking at the pictures above , you can see how terrible the destruction was. During the last Crisis 2002, there wasn’t much damage compared to this time. Everyone was a victim. When Andry Rajoelina the Mayor and his followers decided to continue the strike at 13 mey avenue. They didn’t stop until they destroyed the capital Antananarivo. A group of men started to attack any shops and clothing departements, that they saw. They busted the entrances and so the people could go in. They didn’t just rob , they also burned down the place. The saddest is that alot of people got trapped in the fire , while they stole, and burned to death. They stole and broke everything that came in sight.

They actually dared to destroy and burn down the National TV and Radio which was never touched even in previous Crisis.

Now alot of people are jobless and the owners of the shops have a great deal of loss. Whoever commited those are God fearless people. Most of the stolen objects they sell it cheap in the street.

Now life became more difficult and expensive than before. Everyone suffers for the thoughtless acts that others did. The street are filthy.

What happened to the beautiful and clean Capital before??

It seems like a dream , if we look what became of it now.

Is this a way to declare ” Real Democracy” by robbing and burning down people’s places and stores??

Is Violence necessary to get what we want???