My African story
After 12 hours flight , the plane landed on the isle of Nosy Be,an island located in the north-western part of Madagascar.I stepped out of the plane and I was blasted by the blazing heat.I then arrived at the border control, which was a small room ,packed with people. Everything around me was almost surreal.After the password control, visa application and luggage check ,I was eve
ntually leaving the airport arrival lounge.I stepped out into the unforgiving African heat and I found myself in the middle of a crowd of locals . I felt confused and unsettled ,when a pleasant , smiling man , holding a sign on which I could read my name , drew my attention. All of a sudden , calm and reassurance was restored for a brief moment , I went right up to him and hugged him, as if he was an old friend. He was Tantely ,my driver, who was going to introduce me to the unique wonders of Africa. Tantely opened the door of his 30 years old Peugeot 305 and invited me on my first African land trip. As we were driving towards Nosy Be port,I witnessed scenes of extreme poverty which made me feel anguished and distressed. However , the boat trip from Nosy Be port to Nosy Komba was magic.We were sailing into the sunset , on glittering waters , and everything was of an unreal , mystical beauty. Africa was using all her charms to enchant me....
Next morning , I was awakened at 4 am by the sound of the ocean . I went to the beach, just outside my dwelling and I was smitten with the glorious sunrise and begun to feel the rhythm of Africa. The members of the Sakalava tribe ,in the village of Ampangorina,were very nice and welcoming to me. They also taught me some basic words in Malagasy ,which I used daily ,to their delight . I tried to understand more about about the Malagasy culture, about the country and its history, by talking to the locals,the Officials and also to the Europeans who chose to call Nosy Komba their home. I tried to have a better picture of the everyday life on this African island ,but it was only when I visited the school in Anjiabe and noticed the limited resources at their disposal,that I started to wonder: what can I do for these people? What can a teacher,her friends and their supporters do for Africa? We are going to build a bridge of knowledge and discovery .A bridge of inspiration and love .Rosetta Education Project is The Bridge.
