The amount of ink spilt on Nelson Mandela,
one of the world's favourite statesman, is bewildering. Enter his name
in the book section of amazon.com website and you get 12,417 entries.
From a plethora of biographies of the anti-apartheid icon, authorized
and otherwise, to collections of his favourite folktales, and the
intriguing-sounding 'Nelson Mandela: The pinnacle-pillar of mother
earth,' South Africa's first black president is the subject of some
fascination.
Now, on the eve of his 90th birthday on Friday,
readers can sink their teeth into another take on his life in a book
that looks at the role of food in Nelson Mandela's long walk to
freedom.
Noting the power of taste and smell to tap into
distant memories, Anna Trapido uses food-related recollections served
up by Mandela himself and many of the key figures in his life to chart
a 'gastro-political' profile entitled Hunger for Freedom: The Story of
Food in the Life of Nelson Mandela.
Some of Mandela's
happiest memories revolve around food - including roasting mealies
(corn) under the open skies of his native Eastern Cape as a young
herdboy and later, trying to impress a girl with his clumsy use of a
knife and fork on a slippery chicken wing.
Food also fuelled
Mandela's first political campaign. His indignation at the poor quality
of the canteen fare at Fort Hare University spurred him to stand for
the students' union. When he refused to take up his post following a
boycott of the poll, he was expelled from the university and took the
road to Johannesburg, where he threw himself into politics proper.
It was in the City of Gold in the 1940s, over a cup of tea, that he
became aware of the extent of the segregation in urban South Africa.
The legal firm, where Mandela was articling, had separate cups for
blacks and whites.
But food, as Trapido notes, also opened a
window for the curious Mandela onto other cultures. While the ANC at
the time eschewed alliances with non-African organizations, Mandela was
mopping up curries at the home of Indian activists like Amina Pahad and
dunking rusks with Afrikaaner lawyer, Bram Fischer.
'He's
interested in authenticity in all areas of his life. He likes classic
food - classic Indian food, classic Greek food, classic Xhosa
(Mandela's ethnic group's) food - because he's really interested in who
these people are in their essence,' says Trapido.
Food later
became a symbol of the racial inclusivity of the new ANC, with
delegates to the historic people's Congress in Kliptown, Soweto, in
1956 at which the ANC Freedom Charter was signed, being offered soup
'with meat' and 'without meat,' out of consideration for Hindus.
On more than one occasion, food, or his love of it, was nearly the
undoing of the young politician. After the ANC was banned in the early
1960s, Mandela went underground for over a year.
While hiding
in a house in a white suburb of Johannesburg he left a bottle of milk
on the windowsill to ferment into the sour milk - amasi - that is
popular among Xhosas.
Two black workers, on seeing the
bottle, knew a black person must be living there - and Mandela had to
quickly seek a new hideout.
The authorities finally caught up
with him, and in 1964 Mandela was sentenced in prison for planning acts
of sabotage and guerrilla warfare following the landmark Rivonia Trial.
Throughout his 27-year imprisonment, Mandela and his second
wife, Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, clung to each other through shared
memories, including memories of shared meals.
In one of the
more poignant tales in the book, Winnie recalls how she held onto the
top tier of their wedding cake for three decades, through displacement,
arrest and upheaval, in the hope one day they could share their 'just
desserts.'
In 1988, two years before Mandela's release, the cake was consumed by a fire at her home in Soweto.
Mandela, who subsisted on Robben Island on a diet of porridge, boiled
corn, a yeast drink and a little gristly meat that was the mainstay of
black prisoners for years, yearned in his letters to his wife for her
macaroni with mince meat.
Now, at 90, Madiba's food tastes
have come full circle, says Trapido. 'The things he likes now are the
things he ate as a child.'
According to his daughter Zindzi,
he now also allows himself the odd fatty indulgence. 'Custard and
ice-cream. Double toffee ice-cream.'