The anganos … “DARAFIFY, THE FOOT TE SCRAPER !” by Hôtel★★★ Restaurant gourmand Coco Lodge Majunga.
The anganos … “DARAFIFY, THE FOOT TE SCRAPER !” by Hôtel★★★ Restaurant gourmand Coco Lodge Majunga.
The oral tradition (also oral culture, oral heritage or even intangible heritage for Unesco) is a way to preserve and pass on the history, law and literature from generation to generation in a civilization which has no writing system or which, in certain circumstances, chooses not to use it. The oral tradition is often seen as part of the folklore of a people.
Once upon a time in a country of the seven seas, seven hills, seven winds a giant named Darafify.
According to the legend when this giant fell in the sea, the blue Island arose. ANGANO, ANGANO, arira, arira.
Darafify is a giant whose head reaches up to the sky and when it gets a step, He reached the other side of the world.
One day, a poor peasant went into the forest to cut wood. He lives a huge tree trunk and decided to shoot it. At first sight of axe, Darafify believed that it was a mosquito bite and was not a great importance. The farmer continued to cut and Darafify scratched the leg from time to time without worrying about. The blood began to flow, flow, flow and became a red Creek, a Red River and Darafify fell into the sea.
When she was small, This tale which was in school reading manuals it had always desperate. She had wondered why Darafify did not not more attention and why did he not notice that it was trying to cut leg ? She wanted him scream, EH ! but look so, you bleed ! These aren't mosquitoes, It is a lumberjack ! Move your leg, take a step ! But not, Darafify did not move and fell into the sea. This hero which she saw that the leg had made her sad whenever she opened the manual on this page here and she detested this little woodsman who had killed his giant.
It is thus, you say, that the fall of Darafify in the ocean caused the waves, and that is why that the sea does not stop moving. Tales, Tales, legends, legends, It is not me who lied, These are the old.
The blue island, say so, has arisen from the ocean when Darafify fell into the sea, that is why it has the shape of the left foot of Darafify, its sole of left foot. ANGANO, ANGANO.
According to legend, on one of the hills in the area of Antananarivo where lived the Kings, You can still see the footprint of a giant in a rock, of Darafify maybe ? However the trace is not huge as in his child's imagination. This is disappointing, more, It seems that the giant name is different, Rapeto. This is not logical, said, see the footprint of Darafify on the island if the island has the shape of
his feet. She does not believe in this story of footprint. She prefers the history of Darafify and the woodcutter, the forest and the woodcutter.
The blue island, Nosy Manga, you say, was covered with forest until in the Highlands. Where the former name of the capital, Analamanga , the blue forest ; the village of Kings of Imerina, Ambohimanga, the Blue Hill.
As the color blue (manga), Malagasy is related to the concept of good, beautiful and pleasant, manga feo (beautiful voice), olomanga (famous person), She imagined this island of unparalleled beauty. If today despite all the destruction it suffered it is still beautiful, How was it before ? Thousands of species of birds, flowers, scented plants, fruit, animals, insect, of reptiles that exist anywhere else among rivers, Blue streams, waterfalls which clarity hurts eyes.
It is this lumberjack who is the culprit, now the rivers have become red as blood-filled veins and the Earth is red as the burning embers. Fire ! fire ! The Red Island ! The Red Island ! Red blood of my ancestors, fallen during the resistance against the white invaders, Red with the blood of those who die of hunger, of diseases, operating, thirst for justice...
This beautiful tale of Darafify has become a nightmare for the girl. It is the fault of the woodcutter, shout the authorities. It is the fault of the woodcutter shout foreigners. It is the fault of the woodcutter, Cree environmentalists ! Do not cut trees, do not burn the forest, Save orchids, lemurs, lizards, the chameleons ! But the gasy, the loggers, the peasants, How to save ?
But they forgot that everything is already consumed and eaten for a long time.
I planted an orange tree and someone stole my oranges. It is Sohitika the thief. Non, It is the Ogre.
There was once an ogre, who was Trimobe. That may well be this Ogre ? ? Fortunately it went, and my island, our island, will be green again with his green birds in the green forest, Maintsoanala, There was once a Sun, two Suns, seven Suns and a Green Island...
ANGANO angano, arira arira , Tsy Linda No. mpandainga fa ny tany aloha
Conte! Conte ! who lies ? It is not me who lies ! those are the people of the past !
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