The smell of burnt sugar holds a lovely childhood memory, that was sweetly evoked this morning when, while chatting to my sister in her kitchen, i reached over the stove to pour myself a cup of brewed tea and on opening the sugar dispenser, watched in dismay as a spoonful of sugar scattered all over the still hot stove plate. The caramel smell sent us into a fit of giggles as we both recalled a time when we naughtily held a teaspoon of sugar over a hotplate until it melted so that we could lick the sweet substance, home-made sweet-lolly. And sugar always ended up on the plate, making a mess to clean up. I can't remember getting into trouble except for being shoo'ed away from the stove for fear of getting burnt ourselves!
Shafinaaz is a sociologist, artist and poet based in Johannesburg, SA. She is the author of several works of non-fiction and fiction, and has been listed in HayFestival's Africa39 category of top 39 authors in Africa under the age of 40 at the London Book Fair 2014. Also see www.shafinaaz.co.za
I write. As I must. Words are my paints of expression on an otherwise bland canvas, my rollercoasters of delight on otherwise dreary roads. Entertainment or derision, they manifest in my varied states of being. Until theres silence. Even then, theres a dialogue of sorts that continues... in spirit? Who knows..