While working on a Swiss flight in 2011, I was at the A-22
boarding gate when I was sent to get the UV light apparatus from the office by
Nichola Papassavas for Documents Check. I walked past the Police immigration
area and then reached the spot where passengers pay airport tax. The Air France
VIP lounge is directly opposite the airport tax spot. In front of the lounge,
stood a man of average height. I hadn’t looked at his face but when I took a
quick glance, I began wondering if he was Samuel Eto’o’s brother because he looked
exactly like Eto’o. But I noticed that everybody around was staring at him. I looked
at the man again and he was…..actually Samuel Eto’o himself! I had not in my
slightest imagination thought that the person I first glanced at was him though
I can recognize him very well just like every other football loving Cameroonian.
You know that feeling when you just think you’ll always see celebrities on
television, not in person! It was the same for me that day.
I walked past him slowly without greeting him, (nothing like
that) but I turned around and watched him for about fifteen seconds. He looked
a lot shorter than the ‘tall’ Eto’o I always watched playing in FC Barcelona
and Inter Milan. I always thought he was taller than me but that day, I
realized that I was taller than Eto’o. My mind raced a little and I remembered
that, Cameroon had just played a Nations Cup qualifier against DR Congo in
Kinshasa which they won, 3-2 but it had been a useless victory, since it had
not fetched the Lions qualification for the 2012 Africa Cup of Nations. So he
had surely travelled back to Douala and was returning to Europe via Air France.
I started wondering why he had not flown with his private jet like he always
does. Then some two street boys walked towards him and started begging for
money. I shook my head desolately and continued walking to the office to get
the UV light apparatus. Mayne, I just saw the most decorated African footballer
and triple Champions League winning Pitchitchi!!!
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