Lots and Lots of Sugar: A Memoir of South Africa HTML version
Lots and Lots of Sugar
A Memoir of South Africa
Copyright © 2002 by Mary Wadsworth-Cooke
A Smashwords Edition
I dedicate this book to my beloved husband, Weldon Cooke, who has always believed in me and who gave me
the encouragement I needed to take on this endeavor.
I dedicate it also to my sons, Arthur, Dale and Phillip who were born in Zambia, Central Africa, lived with me
in the shadow of Table Mountain in Cape Town on the very Southernmost tip of that Continent and who share
with me the memories of that beautiful, intriguing land.
Lastly, I wish to mention the unwavering support of the Executive Editor of Elderberry Press, David St. John
and to thank him for his part in making the experience of writing and publishing this novel, a happy and most
satisfactory one indeed.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Rubaiyat of O mar Khayyam
This is a tale that began over half a century ago in Southern and Central Africa — regions that have all but
disappeared in terms of how they looked politically at that time.
Only the geographical aspect of these countries remain the same, from the relentless rapids of the mighty Congo
river, down to the sweeping beauty of Table Mountain.
The story then spills across oceans to Italy, the most beautiful country in all of Europe and back again to a
troubled region in Northern Rhodesia (Zambia), just miles south of the border of the Belgian Congo (Zaire). It
was a frightening time in Central Africa, when independence had been granted to Ghana and „promised' to the
peoples of N igeria, Tanganyika and Northern Rhodesia, but denied the Congolese. The people of the Congo
who had waited as long, and suffered as much as their neighbors under repression, saw this as an unforgivable
injustice that demanded revenge. The seething rage and bloodshed that resulted was astronomical and no
respecter of persons.
The outcome of these struggles are not argued here for the good or for the bad, neither are any of the political
ramifications dealt with in any detail. This account merely touches upon the edges of some of these events as
they related to the characters in this story, in a country that was home to them—inequities and injustices
Finally, the story races from the ravished land of Central Africa to the very tip of the continent and then across
the oceans once more, to the Eastern coast of North America.
In this tale, readers will see a reflection of themselves as portrayed in its characters. They will travel the road to
the peaks and valleys of their own lives; laugh and cry at the funniness and pain caused by events and