Tamatave’s University city,

Is a green and clean campus,

Buildings and white houses,

They are all pretty indeed.

Time is running away,

For 4 years at University,

It seems like yesterday,

Because of our unity.

What wonderful time,

During our 4 years together,

According to me, it was fine,

But I don’t know for the other.

Now it’s time for saying goo’bye,

For all of my classmate, indeed my friends,

I’m sure that one day, we’ll meet again.

So Sir, miss let’s say goo’bye.

Special message for:

Harista and Priscilla Théline,

I love you like crystal clean,

And I won’t forget you forever more.

Hey! Don’t worry!

Be happy everybody,

‘Coz life is always like this,

I mean, please take it easy.

When you’re emotional,

Or get some problems,

You just read this poem,

I think that is all

I wrote this poem to memorize my best friends at University. Patrick loves you!!


Lessons on life from BUEC

These are very good lessons for all of us in relating to others around us in our lives!!
The following pictures are of the same place but taken during different seasons!

There was a man who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted. The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.
The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever seen.  The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfillment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all correct, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree’s life.
He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season, and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that come
from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it’s winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.


Don’t let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Don’t judge life by one difficult season.

Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come later.