This month I re-read a collection of poems called "Dinitra" ["transpiration" in English] by Georges Andriamanantena known under his pen name Rado, a Malagasy author. I wanted to go back to my childhood, to find a part of my roots and especially in this troubled period to remember how these writings had inspired me, taught me tolerance, love, the ravages of discrimination, war, how they pointed out the inequalities in society.
Edit: His writing is about unrequited love, distance relationship, apartheid, the war in Vietnam, etc...
One of his mythical expressions is "Andrianiko ny teniko, ny an'ny hafa koa feheziko" which he borrowed from Henri RAHAINGOSON (free translation: I value my language and I master those of others).