Linda Scarborough professes her undying love to Lusitania, a fishmonger and chippie in Waterkant Street, Cape Town.
Beloved Lusitania, you are a beacon
Of white tiles and pink-sauce bakkies
Of the warm glow of hope and fried things
Of paper-wrapped parcels of glory.
The scent of your frying chips – slap with crispy edges, anointed in vinegar and salt of the earth – is my salvation.
Your nuggets of calamari from the deep seas – freshly dredged in flour and bathed in gold – are my truth.
Your queues may be long and winding – especially on Fridays – but steadfast I shall remain.
Ever faithful, your servant,