You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘poverty’ tag.

Guess what? This blue basin and the plastic bottles inside were my trashes. I threw them in the trash bin.  Oooh, I was astonished when I saw them on the streets few minutes later. No, it was more sadness than astonishment. How come? I threw them away! I even tried hard to hold my breath cuz the surroundings stank that much.

It’s not like it was the first time for me I’ve seen poor people picking up trashes but , this time, they took what I have thrown away. Should have I just put them on the side? should  have I waited around and offered them to anyone who wanted? … Now, I think twice before putting things in my trash can. I mainly separate rest of foods… It may help. Gosh, all of this is too sad for me. I wish I could be standing there every day sharing foods to all those poor people, gving them clothes, blankets, more… I wish I could find them  rooms to sleep at night.

I wish I could find job so they can survive by themselves. See, the man on the pic is not old at all, why doesn’t he work? Did he? and then losed it? or didn’t he want? cuz of lazyness? a lot of foolish questions I wanted to ask the man if my husband didn’t forbid me. He was too afraid that the area was not safe at all and people  might rob my camera. I even had to be discreet on the other side of the streets to take the pics. I just wanted to know,  I wanted to understand.

Mann, there are even kids. Kids! Kids who should go to school. Kids who should play anywhere else but in trashes.

One night, my friends and I were hanging out and had a lot of fun. At around 4.00 a.m., we decided that it was high time to go home. On our way home, we still felt so happy cuz of the great evening we had together. We laughed, we listened to great music… Suddenly, this happiness turned bitter cuz I noticed poor people sleeping on the sidewalks near tunnels. I felt so sad though powerless in front of such picture. I have to tell you that we are now in winter in Madagascar and on that morning we all felt so cold.

I asked my friend to stop the car so I could take one or two photos of these poor people. I wanted to share this poverty to people who do not feel comfortable enough with what they have. What you see in these pics are not dead people, they are poor homeless people who have to take a rest facing this so hard life. For their bed, they gather all plastic bags, newspapers or old clothes that you and I throw in the streets or in trash bins.

A little brick house in Countryside Vs. a little wooden house in the Capital City

The situation above makes me remember a story I read in a book. This story talked about a little family who had a little brick house and a peace of land in countryside of Antananarivo. The little house had only one room where were the bedrooms and the kitchen at the same time. They had one cow and a few chickens. They had a little rice field and planted a few vegetables. The crops and the milk were their resources.

One day, the father decided to sell the cow and the chickens because he wanted to bring his family downtown and see the so called Capital City. This father believed that life would be beautiful once they would arrive in the big city.

Few days later, the family arrived in town. They came and see an uncle who already lived in Antananarivo. The father and the little family were astonished once they saw where this uncle lived: in a little house made with wood and plastics. Well, the father who was really courageous and motivated, invited his little family to fix a little wooden house near the uncle’s and said that this would be the beginning of a new life and a brighter future.

The father helped the uncle driving rickshaws; the mother became a laundress and the kids picked up all bottles and plastic bags in trash bins for resell. Most of the time, it was hard to find money to survive because jobs were so rare but the father convinced the family to stay because this would be only a start for a great life in a very near future. Years after, their financial situation and life conditions worsened and the children missed their little room of the countryside but the father did not want to leave “his” Capital City.

My tweets

July 2020
M T W T F S S
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

My Flickr Photos

RSS Cyber Observer

  • An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. Try again later.

RSS Moonlightgirl

RSS Kyaexpresses

  • An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. Try again later.

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 1,331 other followers

Ariniaina - Find me on Bloggers.com