Since the political crisis 2009- 2010 occurred in Madagascar, a lot of Malagasy people became very poor. Many had lost their jobs, and their families couldn’t even afford to pay the rent anymore. Their landlords kicked them out their homes. Their children had to stop going to school. Most of them ended up building little houses made from sacks or if they were lucky enough to find a little tent to squeeze their family into. Imagine a least a family of 5 living in there. Some just lie flatten boxes on the ground that the found to protect them from the cold; and live under a bridge or in a tunnel. Those “New” homeless family had a job and home before. They wake up very early in the morning, to gather all their belongings the have left and leave the place they sleep at night. They feel ashamed, not wanting anyone to recognize them. If they go to their relatives for help, the door would be just slammed in their faces. Everyone is going through a difficult moment now. At this moment, no one wants to help anyone even their own relatives or friends. It’s very sad.
There are some neighborhoods that don’t have a huge trash bins to throw their garbage. So the people put their trash on the side of the road. A big truck comes by usually to gather it all up after. This morning while I was heading to the market, the side of the road was full of trash everywhere. The stray dogs were just ripping the plastic bags, and taking everything out. It was really messy. There were two women that I saw near the dogs. They were dressed like you and I, except their clothes were dirty. The real homeless people here wear very filthy ripped clothes. But these ladies were wearing shirts and jeans, and using a metal rod to poke through the trash. When I didn’t see exactly what they were doing, I thought they were just trying to clean up the mess the dogs made. One lady had a sack with her, and the other was going through the trash. It seemed that they were looking for things that people threw away, but they can fix up and resell it again.
Everyone who walked by was starring at them. They didn’t mind. They were searching and continued chatting with each other. The objects they found, they would probably use it for themselves or sell it to buy some food for the family.
We don’t know what they’re going through because we’re not in their situation. But we can see how much they suffer from the outside. It’s painful to think that you had a home and food to eat and suddenly you have nothing at all. No one wants to lose their job and become homeless. When the textile mill companies shut down, the workers were devastated. Their world shattered in front of them.
If this Crisis continue another year what will become of the Nation, and especially us Malagasy people? A lot will die of cold and starvation. Some would lose hope and commit suicide or even become crazy.
When certain politicians and people thought that they wanted to make Madagascar a better country? Did they? Few people do live well but the majority is living in Hell on earth.