Mr. Maplank comes through the diocesan office most days, walking into every room, making sure that everything is as it should be, and that all of us are okay. He sometimes speaks and sometimes doesn’t. He has mental problems.
Bishop Mwamba comes into the room where I am ensconced and sees Mr. Maplank. ‘Have you met?’ he asks me. ‘Mr. Maplank kindly comes to see that we are alright,’ he explains. ‘He’s a very distinguished man.’ Mr. Maplank smiles.’I like your coat,’ the Bishop tells him. ‘You’re warm on this chilly day.’
Mr. Maplank heads on into another room. ‘Would you like me to fix you a cup of tea?’ I hear someone ask.
This is how it should be, I think to myself.