Roland and I Toyed with Yummy Yummy from Childhood: Effect of Confectioneries

 

When I told my friend that my mouth eats bitter and sweet he did not know it was a paradox beyond the horizon of his knowledge. We were used to eating yummy yummy; chocolates and ice creams day and night. Then our parents usually scold us for the fact that the habit would harm our health.  But I of all had always proven stubborn because of another habit I had outside their knowledge.

Roland would always visit me during summer and each moment we had, yummy snacks were the fuel of every discussion. When we got to solve Mathematics questions and answer some English riddles, we often stop intermittently to have some chocolates, ice cream and biscuits. ‘’Let’s have some yummy’’ we would say. A typical little children. All we thought we were having was enjoyment.

Now, at 30, Roland and I were no longer young and having to meet the basics of life, it got tougher growing older. However, things suddenly turned right that he had a blissful wedding and being a rich man, he had achieved quite a great recognition doubly within his clan. I on the other hand, was not tasting the honey of life as much as Roland but there was a peace I had which he craved to have also. Roland was surviving by an expensive treatment of acute diabetes which he maintained weekly. Failure to do this, his life was at stake. Life became sorrowful even in the middle of wealth.

Everyone knew that a certain habit practised in our heydays was responsible for his dreary situation. Excess sugar had accumulated in his body system causing severe diabetes. But what happened to me everybody was eager to know since I was the mastermind of yummy yummy. Of a truth, I should be the first of all to meet with this fate.

When I had visited him at the hospital, he had asked me a question that shocked me to the bone marrow. “Maxwell” he called. Is yummy yummy actually responsible for my current situation? He asked glumly. I could barely speak. He spoke in tears that I gripped in pity. Diagnosis had shown that I never had excess sugar in my body system and it was somewhat believable that I never ate confectioneries habitually before. The knowledge of what had absorbed glucose in my body system was therefore obscure to everyone except a doctor that prove by conjecture that perhaps I had either eaten bitter leaf soup or chewed it raw often. This of course was the only truth existing on earth! I ate bitter and sweet as I had always told Roland but indeed did not know such great immunity would later yield from what I simply called bitter as such, failed to influence him.  

I did not expect the paradox would mean as much as life but he also had a side; he was ignorant while I was ignorantly stingy.