In my opinion, this song of Bonga is the soul of exile.This one is for all the traveling birds in this global community. When nostalgia resides in our nests. Life's mysterious melody reminds us that beyond our dreams;these children of ours will stay here when we gone.Forever immortal in their hearts, we can open their eyes to this beautiful world with love. We are different but the same. We are all urban refugees and distant relatives. To you all...
Same Moonlight for our dreams
Same Moonlight for our Dreams:At the end it is the same moonlight for our dreams, and God is orchestrating the pre-established harmony. No matter what kind of instrument we are playing: we are following the same melody. I do not think of God as mathematician but it is my way of accepting that the Universe is neither perfect nor imperfect. Therefore the World is not perfect or imperfect. And I am not perfect or imperfect. I am a monad among monads. I am a dreamer among dreamers. We are different but the same. And we have common dreams under the same moonlight.
The Nomads Café:It is the evolving savors and flavors from the East African girl, I am. It is also my way to express the influences of Comoros, Belgium, Southern France and USA in my cooking. It is my soulful gastronomy, an artisan approach to a busy cooking lab with the flavors of East, West, North, and South. We are nomads, welcome to The Nomads Café.
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