As a child I loved chewing sugar so much it drove Mummy crazy.
When I was about 8 we lived in Surulere Lagos (Eric Manuel crescent) and one day I was playing outside when Mummy did a spot check on my mouth and yours truly had sugar inside.
My punishment was a packet of sugar served like a gourmet meal on a nicely set table with cutlery, a table cloth and a bowl. A glass of water was the accompanying drink.
I sat down and Mummy put a napkin round my neck while I dug into my dinner with relish. Initially I couldn't believe my luck and chewed away, a packet of Beghin say or was it St Louis sugar cubes for only me.
My sisters begged me to share I refused and felt very important when I heard them saying mummy loved only Dipre and was giving her sugar.
After a while I had had enough and attempted leaving the table and Mummy said you want sugar now you must finish it and my ordeal started. This was said very nicely with her cane in full view.
To cut a long tale short I finished the sugar and was threw up all over Mummy's dress.
Two days later she called me from behind the house and asked to see my mouth, lo and behold it was full of sugar she threw up her hands in defeat and left me and my sugar addiction alone from that day on.