Prostituerte i gatene i Antanarivo



Salama tompoko,


Søndag 2.12.18 kjørte vi fra en konsert i Antanarivo etter at det var blitt mørkt. På veien gjennom byen spurte Diamondra, den herlige damen som tok oss med på konsert, om vi kjente til de jentene som sto og hang på et fortau langs veien. Vi sa nei, og da forklarte hun at de sto der for å selge kroppen sin. Hun sa også at mange ikke en gang var fylt 18 år.


Dette fikk meg til å tenke. Hvordan kan man gjøre noe for å hjelpe de prostituerte? Det gir jo mening at de gjør det, de tjener ”lett tjente” penger. Mange i dette landet har nesten ingenting å leve av, så hvorfor ikke prøve ut de alternativene som finnes i denne verden? Eller hvorfor ikke tvinge din datter eller noen andre til å gjøre det så du tjener litt ”lett tjente” penger?


Hva med å gi dem tepper, eller mat  og drikke der de står i kulden? For å gjøre livene til disse jentene bedre må vi begynne et helt annet sted. Hvis en får ”goder” av å selge kroppen sin kommer fler til å gjøre det. Vi må begynne med å gi folk jobb, sånn at de kan tjene penger på en annen måte. Alt handler om å tjene penger.


Hvis far i huset, eller et annet familie medlem har jobb der familien får en regelmessig inntekt, samme hvor stor vil ikke jenta på 15 føle hun må ut på gaten i mørket for å hjelpe familien økonomisk. Far i huset vil heller ikke tvinge jenta på 21 å selge kroppen sin for å få mat for bordet for familien.


Så hva kan vi som ungdommer i denne verden gjøre for å hjelpe andre ungdommer som gjør det de kan for å hjelpe sine nærmeste?


Tahin’ Andriamanitra


Fiarahabana, Rebekka




Language Course


Salama Tompoko,

When we first got to Madagascar we were told that we were going to have a language course, during the first 3 weeks of our stay here. After 2 days in Tana (Antanarivo) we went to Antsirabe, after 3 days of getting to know the town, we had our first Malagasy class. I had brought a new notebook, and I was ready to call my mom, and tell her that I was the best in the class.


The first class went so well, I felt like I was getting an A, and was ready to conquer Madagascar (we learned how to say “my name is”). In the next class, we had a new teacher because we were not getting our real teacher before the 3rd day of class, and it went pretty well. The 3rd class didn’t go as well, I didn’t feel like I understood what the teacher was really talking about. But I was still on the high from the day before, I was still ready to conquer Madagascar.


I was so ready to learn a new language and I was so excited, but I felt myself getting less and less excited for the classes as the days went on. I felt like everyone else was getting it, and I was the only one how had problems. But in reality was everyone struggling in their on way, because everyone has their own problems with learning a new language.


But in every class there was always something that I understood, it was not a lot, but for example I could answer a question the teacher asked, or when she wrote something on the board, I understood a word or two. I also felt like I understood more and more everyday, of course there where days where I felt like I didn’t understand anything, but when I looked back, I felt like I understand more and more everyday.


We are now done with language course, and I still have a long way to go with Malagasy. Something that I learned is that you should sett small goals, and not have the expectation that you will understand everything after a week, or even a month. But you just need to practice everyday and try your best.


Sincerely Solveig


My first impression of Madagascar



Salama tompoko,

on the plane on our way to Madagascar, I sat and thought about what I just had experienced and everything we had learned at Hald Internasjonale Senter. The teachers had equipped and shaped us as best as they could to make us ready for the experiences we were on our way to have. I was happy that we finally where on our way, but terrified of what was in front of us. I was happy for the girls I had with me, and at the same time terrified that it wouldn’t work out. I was excited to see the country’s nature, culture and food, but at the same time anxious for the sick days in bed. This was some of my expectations and fears I thought about in my 24-hour travel from Bergen, Norway to Antanarivo, Madagascar.


We landed in Tana (Antanarivo) 4. October. The first thing we met was a loaded bus form the plane to the airport building, where we were “scanned” for fever on our way into the security- and visa-check. The airport was small and full of people. I expected the security check to be as strict as in the united states, but it was the total opposite. After a good while in queue we got through with all our luggage. We met our contact person, Miranto, in the heat outside the airport.  Miranto has been our absolute safety since the second we met her.


We walked around in Tana with Miranto to fix papers and Malagasy-phones. The streets in Tana is something very different from the streets at home. There is people, children, babies, cows, dogs, chicken, and trash everywhere. People dry their clothes on every open spot, and the sidewalk and highways are the same thing. There is nothing called traffic rules or trespassing. It looked like every family had their own small business of selling something. And when we walked in the streets we could feel all the heads turn and eyes stick to our pale skin and expensive pockets (it did not help that I was at least 20 cm taller than every person who passed me). People were walking everywhere to do their daily routines either with their animals in leash, with baskets on their heads, a baby tied on their back, or running with their pousse-pousse. The streets of Antanarivo were alive to say the least.


We arrived Antsirabe the 6th, barely, the car ride felt more like a roller coaster. Here in Antsirabe we live in an international center where we get language course for the next 3 weeks. The center has previously been a Norwegian school for Norwegian missionary children. Many of the workers here know some words in Norwegian and get so excited when we practice our Malagasy. The center feels safe compared to the busy streets both here in Antsirabe and in Tana.


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After we arrived Antsirabe we have gotten to know some of the Norwegian missionaries in Madagascar, we have also tried the market and got to know the hard way that it is important to know Malagasy. We have also experienced over and over again that everyone think we are French. And how hard it is to tell someone we know more Malagasy than French. I now know that bonjour means “Hello” and not “Man”, after a little weird scenario. And on our first trip to a restaurant in Antsirabe we learned that “big soda” really means “BIG soda”.




For the next 6 months I expect many more misunderstandings. I expect to learn more Malagasy so that I can get mango for the right price. I expect to meet more people and get to know the culture better. I expect to meet difficulties in my faith when I see how little some people have, and I expect to strengthen my faith when I see how much people trust God in their daily issues.



Fiarahabana, Rebekka



Me and Solveig in Lovasoa, the place we live here in Antsirabe