Mr. Teddy

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The scents of spicy curried chickens, sizzling roast pork and lambs, fruit cakes, contraband dates, grapes and apples escapes from most kitchens. Electrifying island music blasted from stereo systems of living most rooms and the panoramic tones of steel band music from the pan yards competed against the trade winds that invaded the coast of Guyana. The mixture of air created an atmosphere of excitement which penetrates and lingers in every home; an indication that it was Christmas! Nonetheless, for a child under age, going to the movies, a wish Santa Claus failed to deliver. Christopher Reed’s action movie, Superman was a hit at the box office. As my brothers prepared for the movies, I wandered into the living room where my parents hosted a party. Our special guest included, Mr. Teddy, a retired drill sergeant who lived in a bungalow by the sea but spent most of the day at our house. I trotted towards my mom, who sat in a sofa next to my dad. I pleaded to go to the movies. She pointed her long index finger at me and said, “The rule is a kid has to be thirteen years old – you are only ten.” I started to wail. First I burst out a high note, followed by a momentary pause then another high note, my mom told me to stop and my dad motioned his hands towards his belt buckle. I scampered in Mr. Teddy’s direction. He sat in the lone rocking chair, a pipe in his mouth, puffs of smoke moved from the pipe in the direction of the ceiling. “Come here son you are a handsome kid, oh what a blessing!” His large hands patted my head. I bashfully looked at him through my fingers that covered my face. “Son, listen to your mom! More muscles are used when you wail and fewer when there is a smile.” I never heard such a commanding, yet comforting voice. ... ... middle of paper ... ...n the inside is stronger than the outside.” All things considered, Mr. Teddy, my universal teacher, taught me about life as well as the subjects pertaining to the school of learning. He counseled and comforted me when I appeared to be suffocating by the breath of disappointment, on the other hand, he smothered me with praises when I excelled. The retired sergeant taught me the importance of passing on the secrets of knowledge. He once said that the secrets of knowledge are like a plant that needs nourishing. There are shortages of Mr. Teddies in the world today. My mentor and life teacher died in 2005 at the advanced age of ninety-six. I did not mourn his death. It was against one of his rules. “Son, we live and move on…we never die.” I probably could not emulate Mr. Joshua Teddy, but I would do my part by continuing to nourish the secrets of knowledge.
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