Stop the party and the party

Huh? Since this sinister affair at Ambohimalaza, marina e, tena ajanony aloha ilay fetifety sy fanasana e!

The gougous and the famisavina and other fanapozinana, I know that historically it’s an old and long tradition with the tangena and all that jazz, I don’t want to know.

But now, with this current, very tense socio-economic context, I’m really afraid that shitty ideas are flourishing among a lot of people.

Old grudges, jealousies, stubborn petty hatreds… brrrr… combined with this context where everyone is going crazy (but without letting it show), brrrr again, it’s hot, right?

All it takes is one black sheep at a small party and it’s as bad as can be. A quick sprinkle of who-knows-what, a glass that you took your eyes off for a split second… or even a simple handshake?

Paranoid, Elman? Uh no, you know the adage, prevention is better than cure, misoroka, mitsabo and all that… plus, “curing” in an endemic country seems to be, like the cable car, a gadget reserved for the rich?

After Ambohimalaza, the latest suspicious case to date: the sudden death of the mayor of Talata Volonondry.

A man with no (apparent) health problems, who didn’t smoke or drink, and was therefore in good health.

… and who died suddenly within a few hours, apparently after attending a meeting or a festival. We’re still not sure at this point.

Once again, anything is possible. Political discord? A quarrel with a local citizen or something else? Did he interfere with some petty local interests?

My god, the atmosphere in Madagougou today! Poor, yes, that’s for sure, happy, no, I don’t think so.

This constant anxiety… on a psychological level, waaaa, hello mental torture. If you wake up every morning feeling unwell and with butterflies in your stomach, look no further; you’re depressed.

33 million in depression, waaa… minus the few solelakists for whom things are obviously going well. Although, behind the surface, I’m not sure things are going so well.

Anyway, to get back to the column, I repeat: be careful. Small parties, dances, revy revys, and all that, it’s hot right now.

Plus, the gugous are champions of fiatsarambelatsihy. I’m giving you a big smile, but really, there’s only one thing I’m interested in: stabbing you in the back. At the first opportunity.

And also a warning to all those people who expose themselves in the media… or who are naturally exposed. Chauuuud hoa.

In short, zao zany sisa ilay Madagougou. Neurosis, paranoia, dramas, psychodramas… where’s the fihavanana? DTC? I’m afraid so. For almost 16 years now.

I often write that with the Manenganiny party and the pro-max soso-pourization, you’ll end up killing each other.

Well, I think we’re there, right? In the meantime, avoid all these little fanasanas until further notice.