African Candy Store: Setting

When it opened up next door, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was the perfect candy store. There were mountains of candied figs, piles of candied yams, high blocks of pure cane sugar condensed into hard brown blocks that you had to scrape a little of the outside sugar off before you could use them, and the spun sugar twists made by the old women with no grandbabies to look after. There were bowls of dried fruit, and there were even spices in dusty jars. She scuffed her sandals through the dust as she pressed her face up against the glass. There was no way her Mama would ever let her have so much as two pennies to spend in a store like that; so much waste, her Mama would say, so much waste when you need--

Inspiration: Checking out a new neighborhood "candy store".
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Huh. Wasn't expecting it to take an African twist, but so it did.