Teeth Perfect Teeth
I grew up and walked to school with other kids. I was attracted to shiny things from the store, things like candy, which we called ‘sweets’ and cakes covered with chocolate and fine sugar. When I became a full adult, I watched movies and saw perfect people giving each other chocolate boxes shaped like a heart. I started eating chocolates. My teeth silently absorbed the abuse. Yes, I brushed and flossed as my dentist instructed me. One day, I realized I had single-handedly painted my teeth pale yellow when I looked in the mirror of a hotel bathroom. I have lights in the bathroom at home, but somehow lights in public places and other people’s homes seem brighter.
My white teeth are gone, a thing of the past. Why? Coffee. Believe it or not, they were still coconut white when I got to the U.S. for college, but I had to adapt and adjust. So many things were discussed over coffee. Somehow, teeth give us away. They tell the story: smoking, plants we chew, tobacco we chew, what we drink, spices we use or powder we cook with. Well! It’s no use crying over spilt milk. I must call the dentist for a cleaning session.
Nonqaba waka Msimang
Executive Blogger
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