My sister has told me umpteen times to keep this blog light and fluffy - to write more about the madder side of Mada - but unfortunately last week I let her down badly ... because I was mad; so mad I could spit!
And so I allowed myself the indulgence of being serious here, just for a change. I can't really write about what made me so mad, for fear of having a papal decree or fatwa issued against me, or finding the police at my door, or discovering my dear motorbike burning in the parking lot. I can say that it involved a whole lot of intolerance, a case-load of deception and a serious lack of sense of humour in people I'd prefer to leave unnamed (for already-mentioned reasons). But I reckon God has a sense of humour. After all, he created Baobab trees, and Aye-ayes, and Blobfish and me. Seriously!
And so I allowed myself the indulgence of being serious here, just for a change. I can't really write about what made me so mad, for fear of having a papal decree or fatwa issued against me, or finding the police at my door, or discovering my dear motorbike burning in the parking lot. I can say that it involved a whole lot of intolerance, a case-load of deception and a serious lack of sense of humour in people I'd prefer to leave unnamed (for already-mentioned reasons). But I reckon God has a sense of humour. After all, he created Baobab trees, and Aye-ayes, and Blobfish and me. Seriously!
(Massage parlours? I just don't get that either. I mean, it's not like this is a high-stress society).
On every corner there's a karaoke club with people belting out off-tune songs with terrible lyrics. And so tonight, for our church leaders' year-end function, off we went to one of the aforementioned clubs. The locals loved it. I remain ambivalently bemused.
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| Death by Karaoke: Church elders Tanteraka and Mamy enjoying a light- |
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Yeah baby! Amazing to think one can have so much fun together - and all without alcohol! |
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| Anri-Louise realises, to her horror, what lyrics she's singing, while Rina, caught up in the moment, obliviously sings on. |
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| The "audience" encourages the singers with some wild, out-of-sync karaoke dance moves. |
Robyn, I just don't agree with Geraldine. I love that your blog reflects your life, with it ups and down, and shows Madagascar as it really is. So please, keep it real, and keep ignoring your sister (sorry Geraldine xx)
ReplyDeletesorry RobIn... I can spell, and of course I know you are manly and all that worthy stuff... didn't mean to use the feminine version of your name!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Lynne on this one! Just don't post anything that's gonna get you killed...grief! I've never done Karaoke, but it does look like it'd be fun...as long as I'm not the one embarrassing myself! :) Oh and who needs alcohol to have fun anyway?
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ReplyDeleteRobin's exaggerating ... I love all his posts. But you have to admit, his dry sense of humour is really entertaining ... and when he uses it to refelct on life in Mada, it fits in with the title of his blog.