THE NEW BOY
Golly and gosh I get ever so excited when a new student arrives mid-term. Don’t ask me why because I simply cannot say how such an enthusiasm takes its hold of me. So you can imagine how I felt when the headmistress told me that little Blessing Tinibo, an orphan who had just arrived from Africa would be placed under my care – pure unadulterated joy.
Obviously it was ever so important that young Blessing settled in nicely here at St Winifred the Clubfoot’s Primary School after him enduring such difficult times of late. After a jolly good think I decided that I’d nominate one of my more outgoing children to look after the new boy and show him about the place. Although he can be irksome on occasions I took the view that street wise Denis Thuggery would be Blessing’s ideal companion.
And thus it was that Blessing arrived on Monday just gone. I introduced him to all the other kids and then we all sang (well belted out if the truth be told) our song of greetings to him – ‘There’ll always be an England’ was a spot on choice in my book.
After that I took Denis to one side and told him that Blessing would be in his care and that he had to be nice to him. Denis’s first reaction took me aback. He said that in his opinion Blessing had only come to England to steal ‘our’ jobs. I had to point at that at 9 years old it was beyond the realms of possibility that Blessing would be seeking gainful employment. Denis thereafter gave me a quizzical look and said, “What you mean I’m going to be kinda like……sort of…..you know what I mean…..like I’ll be his minder? Like in the gangster films?” I confirmed that ‘yes’ there would I suppose be certain similarities.
That’s when Denis said, “Do I get a shooter then….you know to guard him with?”
“No Denis we don’t allow guns on the premises you know that very well.”
“What about a baseball bat?”
“A knuckle duster then?”
“Fuck me Miss how do you expect me to be a proper minder without any hardware – my Dad always gets tooled up when he’s on a job.”
So I reminded Denis that he was by far and away the toughest kid in the school let alone his year group and that most of the staff were scared of him also. He perked up after that and tapping the side of his nose with his forefinger as well as giving me a wink said that I needn’t worry because no harm would come to Blessing under his watch. See – I have this gift for enthusing even the most reticent children. I don’t know how I do it really.
The pair of them became instant chums – a friendship that I suspect will last a lifetime. They even meet up after school; how wonderful is that? Just last evening I spotted them both at a street corner selling (no doubt on behalf of a charity or such like) or handing out for free – I couldn’t tell from my vantage point – what appeared to be little packets of sherbet. They were plainly having such fun in each other’s company that it fairly warmed the cockles of this school mistress’ heart.
So optimistic of the success of their bonding am I, I knocked out a swift poem.
DENIS & BLESSING
Denis has more front than Buckingham Palace
Yet is endowed with a heart of gold
He gives his time to his new best friend
And that is a sight to behold
For Blessing’s had bad luck you know
He lost his mum and dad
But Denis will make things brighter
And then Blessing won’t be sad!
There, that was a belter wasn’t it. I’m popping off now to deliver signed and framed copies of this poem to both little rascals.
Must be off – jolly hockey sticks and all that.