When I left Antananarivo this past August, if you had told me President Rajoelina’s government would be gone in two months, I would have laughed you off. The poverty was a palpable presence, not just in the capital but everywhere I visited, from the bustling streets of Tana to the…

From my sleep, I could feel that I am in the airspace of a country on the move, this prompted me to wake up and strike a conversation with a young (as I had suspected) Bangladeshi man next to me, whom for most of the flight I had ignored to…