’Fraid til me fool

help.

I should interject that I know the movie is, for the most part, fictional. But that just goes to show how good it is because it drew such reactions from a statue like me.

But back to my anger. Over time I’ve realised that I might have been a bit too harsh on the character.

To be fair to the Uphams of this world, we’ve all been there. No, I don’t mean in armed combat, I merely mean we’ve all been frozen stiff.

I certainly know I’ve been there, and quite frankly it hasn’t been for things even remotely deadly.

I remember having to introduce myself at a meeting of Key Club (I only went like three times) and my hands were icecold.

PRESENTATIONS IN CLASS

Giving presentations in class weren’t much better. Standing there in front of fellow students, some of whom I had known for years, was like torture.

So imagine me in battle. If war declare tomorrow, I’m cutting off both index fingers and my own legs. Mi nah go!

The older I get, I haven’t got much braver.

I remember one time when I worked with The Children’s Own newspaper we visited a school that was having boys’ day.

A teacher wanted me to interview the head boy in front of the whole school. I politely told her that was not going to happen.

While her suggestion was wellintentioned, a who dem did think a go in front a everybody? Mi? Not a breadfruit.

So never chastise someone for being ‘coward’. We’re all scared by something.

And remember, “coward man still keep sound bone”. Later.