The Bandjoun nomad

So it's been a while since I've had the chance to spend time with my mother. To be honest, it's not something that I grew up knowing and practicing. My parents never really took either my sister or I on individual dates to teach us about various life lessons. It's actually quite sad that most African families living in the cities have lost that sense of teaching their kids about principals of life that was valuable to them. I guess in the rural areas,  you learn that through hard work in the farm or fetching water in your head. Most African kids learn (most never do) those lessons in school or through peers. But what's really interesting when one spends time with their parents, is the realisation that they are just as vulnerable and weak as you are except they got really good at hiding it. It's a pity though, because only through showing that side of you,  do you really connect and understand your children.  But I'm glad and grateful that I get to spend time...