Baby comforts broke Teacher Angel at Heaven School

Every day I have been waking up to put my books in my bag.

When my mummy is going to work, I always tells her: “Please, mummy, can I go to Heaven school today?” I am missing my school so much.

We have not goned there from when this ‘Nineteen’ it started!

The other day, my mummy said “Ok, today we are going to Heaven School.” I was so very happy.

Alicia my nanny dressed me so smart. Then we walked to Heaven School with mummy because our new house is opposited.

There we found headed mistress Angel of Heaven School. But the school it had no more children.

Teacher Angel is sitting on her desk and she is looking thin compare to when I remember her in first time.

“Have you eated your breakfast, Teacher Angel?” I asked our mwalimu.

“Yes, Drago,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you are so very konda,” I told her. My nanny when I don’t want to eated, she say, “Drago, utakuwa konda kama kijiti!”

My mummy she looked embarrassed and she said to me: “Shush, toto, you are being rude!”

But Headed Mistress Angel she wave her hand in the air and she say: “It is okay, Mama Drago. He is three and it is good that he can make such observations at his age. Besides, it’s true ....”

Mwalimu Angel gave a small laugh but it sounded like she can cry.

“I am super stressed that the kindergarten will not open even in September. The bank’s mortuary (moratorium) on my loan runs out end August, and if I cannot pay them by December – and how can I with no kids in school – I am so scared they will seize my land and title deed.”

Then, to my shock, Teacher Angel she bursted into tears.

Usually she is the one who cuddles us when we cry in Heaven School.

Now it is me who was hugging her leg and whispering “don’t cry, Teacher Angel, it will be okay,” the way my mummy says when I am hurt, like the other day when I bounced right off the bed – and landed on the floor with a thud.

It made teacher Angel cry even harder, and lifted me up to hug her and squeeze me so hard I want to say ‘I Can’t Breath,’ – like that man I saw on TV (when Daddy was watch news, and get angry, and mutter ‘racist nguruwe’ at a big white police who is kneeling on his neck).

But now Teacher Angel she was smiling through her machozi, like that day when I was playing outside and it started to rain, but the sun was still shining in the sky as me and Ava shouted:

“Rain, rain, go away/ please go come back another day/ Drago and Ava want to play/ football!”

“From your lips to God’s ears, my little angel lad,” Headed Mistress whispered in my ear, until I felt a little bit ticklish.

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