Dispatches from Madagascar: 1

by kenyantraveller

I moved to a country where no one knows my name. The reality of the decision is taking its sweet time to sink in. Every day I find a new crevice of sadness to explore. But there are joys too.


My neighbour has a statute of Our Lady in his front yard. It is large – probably about the same size as one you’d find in a medium sized church. He keeps it lit through the night, even when all the lights in the main house are off. It stands out against the darkness of a city with no street lights.