The Bandjoun nomad

So it was a great time at the airshow whereby Samson got to see favourite toys in 'full-scale' size. This time around, he was accompanied by his cousin which made the event all the more exhausting for the toddler-sitters: my wife and I. Nevertheless, the exciting on their faces was all worth it. I guess the child-like spirit of turning your heads towards the skies, brims with joy and purpose of seeing the great feat of human-kind which has lasting effect. I was pleasantly surprised to see so many people making the trip to the airshow when the country is in such a disarray at government level. Then seeing the exciting faces makes you realize that the pride of a nation is not about those you see on TV or hear on radio: It's got to do the spirit of steadfastness and determination in the little (and not so little) boys and girls that have everything invested in seeing this beautifully diverse country succeed and be a land of equal opportunity for all. Let the dreams be ...

You know the one thing I can say,  is that when the time of Christmas comes around no one is immune to the fact that the innerbeing longs for a sense of illusion. It was great to see that Samson really embraced Christmas as if he always knew what it was about. According to him, it is time of laughter, joy, exchanging of gifts, singing carols and just having fun. The most amazing thing is that he didn't have to be told what Christmas was about, he chose to courageously embrace the notion that we all have inside: the need to be loved and the need to matter. Kudos to my two-year old son for redefining the meaning of courage before knowledge.