Mango Season in Madagascar (A Vignette)
On November 1st, it was though someone had flipped a switch and the rains began to fall. Six
long months and many a fruitless rain-dance had produced hardly a drop. Now, the opening of
the sky is a daily event, one that requires due consideration for the afternoon schedule. For these
are torrential downpours and venturing out in them is much akin in my opinion to snorkeling:
extreme difficulty breathing, high likelihood of drowning, thus high risk to low reward.
Fortunately for the captives of the resulting mild afternoon hours, when only the dull roar of rain
lashing the roof fills the ears, a three-fold blessing comes hand-in-hand with the change of
seasons: mangos, mangos, and more mangos. For months I had watched them grow heavy on the
trees, kicked them under-ripe down the back roads of my town, ate them as an accompaniment to
street-corner brouchettes. For months indeed I tendered my patience and then, suddenly, as the
rains arrived, the mangos ripened and Nothern Madagascar was swimming in both. Four for ten
cents at the market, or better yet, send out a brigade of neighborhood children. Fresh mangos on
a rainy afternoon: one starts to think this island life ain't so bad...
LINKS:
http://collection.peacecorps.gov/cdm/singleitem/collection/p9009coll2/id/224/rec/1