The beautiful mind of Jamaican children

I've always been a fan of school challenge quiz, both at the primary and high school level. I enjoy watching my local programmes more than I do internal ones. Every night I ensure that I tune into the TVJ Junior School Challenge quiz program and no matter what my day was like, seeing those children exercising their analytical skills brings nothing but joy to my soul. Just to see them smiling with pride as they get their answers correct and also remaining composed when they come up short on the answers. It gives me hope that there is still some good in my country and it encourages me to keep on hoping and doing my part to shape the minds of the youth of Jamaica

I want to encourage each and every Jamaican to support our young people. Watch the activities that they are engaged in and let them know that they are doing in a good job whether they are victorious or not. What we say to them today has a lot to do with who they become in the future. Our country already has too much negativity we need to do what we can to show appreciation for these bright sparks of positivity. Many times it is even mind bobbling to hear some of the things that they do know and it warms the heart to be reminded just how talented our children are. There is truly nothing too hard for our Jamaican children to conquer once they are given the necessary support they need.

So, I implore you to watch a bit less of the internal shows that pull you further away from our culture and take sometime and watch our young people showcase their abilities.

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