Life is funny but harsh, like a comedian-influencer caught up in a hard drug scandal. He did what it took to survive... or rather, to live on a beach of white powder. Life is truly brutal, especially when you imagine two corpulent singers, heavyweights of the Malagasy stage, finding themselves: one in a wheelchair heading to the land of medicine, and the other, tense in a hospital bed. This is just a glimpse of a state in shock! How many fathers break their backs to feed their children? To these mothers who are always fighting! They are and will be kept secretly in the heart. There are millions whose voices of suffering have transformed into choirs. Those who never stop learning and understanding, even as they adapt: strength to these sisters crushed by social networks, courts intolerant of error... It seems the weight of the soul is 21 grams, equivalent to 11.9% of cocaine seized by a Malagasy comedian. Everything is permitted without being seen. Luck, meanwhile, stands beside those holding sticks in front of their smartphone camera in selfie mode. "Each has his road, each his path, each his destiny," said Tonton David. But the envelope seems empty of message, which the neighbor cannot understand. Meanwhile, political chameleons stick out their tongues to seize their prey, or rather their seat. A political party was suddenly created. Most members were fierce supporters of the orange color. Perhaps they want to glue back the pieces of bribes broken by the old regime. Or wash their hands like Pontius Pilate saying: "We only follow orders rather than filth." Filth that stole the spotlight at the expense of protesters pulverized by tear gas fumes, or worse, those who lost their lives... The worst is that these reptilians hide behind the traditional adage endorsing impunity: "heloka hibaboana mody rariny". By Iss Heridiny