The riches of Madagascar

I perched on the edge of my seat - attempting to soak in each word, note, and movement. Surrounded by my fellow YAGMs, employees of the cultural center, Norwegian nurses, and an array of others, I found myself entranced by the sites and sounds before me. The cultural center had invited us to an evening of Malagasy music, dance, and hospitality. The emcee started his next introduction.
"We are rich in Madagascar..."
The words caught my attention. Days earlier, I had wound through the mountains of central Madagascar. Through the windows of a large van, I had witnessed the intense beauty of the Madagascar landscape. I had also glimpsed the poverty which plagues many Malagasy. I will certainly encounter and struggle with poverty's prevalence and power throughout my year. The emcee, too, knows the trials of Madagascar, but his words reverberated with incredible truth. He continued.
"We are rich in culture, in dance, in music..."
Though I landed in Madagascar only one week ago, I have been honored to share in some of the cultural riches of the Malagasy people. The island of Madagascar sits situated between continental Africa and Asia. Eighteen different tribal regions comprise the large island (two-times the size of Arizona). The African, Asian, and tribal influences have combined to produce entrancing arts. At the cultural event, I heard the sweet strumming of a valiha - a traditional Malagasy instrument made of bamboo (seen in the picture at the end of this post). I attempted to capture each movement of Malagasy performers as they demonstrated dances from various parts and tribes of the island. Astonishingly smooth voices spilled into the room. Though I could not understand most of the lyrics, the sounds cast spells - warming my heart. The other YAGMS and I attempted to take part as best as we could. We learned a dance commonly performed at family celebrations, and some of us even participated in a short percussion lesson. After music and dance, we joined in fellowship over some Malagasy food.
Tea, coffee, Norweigan carrot cake, fried bananas, and other Malagasy treats adorned the table. I tried my first piece of koba - a common treat often sold by street vendors. (Find the recipe here)! Cake in hand and three days of Malagasy language class behind me, I did my best to complement the Malagasy performers. I also chatted with Mamia - our host and teacher at the cultural center. With a warm and large smile, she moved around the table - ensuring that each guest enjoyed the food and experience. Mamia demonstrated one of the greatest riches I have yet to find in Madagascar - overwhelming hospitality.
The extent of Malagasy hospitality astonishes me. Over the last week, we have received cake, enjoyed homemade cinnamon rolls, sipped on countless cups of coffee, and experiences boundless offerings of hospitality. Malagasy give, and Malagasy welcome.
Some may think I journeyed to a land of poverty - that I came to Madagascar to give to those who lack. I suggest a correction. Certainly I hope to offer the few gifts I have - gifts of time, listening, stories, presence and love. However, I have already received far more than I could ever give. I also know I have only glimpsed the bountiful treasures of Madagascar - riches of culture, hospitality, and natural beauty. Yes, many Malagasy get by with little money, resources, or material goods. However, this is a land and people of abundance. In so many ways, we are rich in Madagascar.