Wings for bulbie

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by jgydvjc
by jgydvjc
                                    
                                              The name Smith,George Smith,teacher by profession and south African Breweries supporter by choice, "our new math teacher introduced himself.He was small but had a booming voice.Across the road the old church clock echoed the hour as if to emphesis that it was the beggining of a new school year and the first math period.
                          Sheer silence.As as if a question has been asked and no one knew the answer.For the very first time I realized that the blue-gum trees, planted by the town fathers,exuded a terrible stench.
                          "This odd,pot-bellied toppie a teacher? Our new Math teacher? No ways,old pally,seems more like a first class weekend alcoholic to me. Supply him with a plug and a live wire and he's a bulbie,"J.J., a real troublemaker and the schools mathematics whizz, whispered as bulbie introduced the mathematics syllabus.
                          "Anything on your mind,Mister...?"Bulbie asked,looking J.J.,"Bulbie said and turned to the rest of the class.
                          "John Hansen,Sir,but plain J.J. fie my bras.No, I was just saying:looks like a year of suffering,"J.J. retorted.The class sniggered."Negative attitude,Mister J.J.," Bulbie said turned to the rest of the class."To qout Bogart:I think it is the start of a beautiful friendship,but then,it has to come from both sides."He conveyed the message with the appropriate hand movements.
                          TO BE CONTINUED