Firstly, because it is illegal to do so. Secondly, because I am scared of heights. Thirdly, because I am scared I might just like it and get hooked. Fourthly because they have crazy philosophies. More of that later. True, I have defended a couple of guys accused of being found in possession of dagga but I had no personal interest. Normally, these guys don’t have any money anyway, they are high and broke as hell and unless they have a brother and a sister to bail them out, they end up getting whipped or imprisoned. Just peaceful people content in reflective solitude. And I do not say that they never fight. But true, most are peaceful people. The moneyed ones don’t ever come to me because they never get caught. Their homesteads are protected by high rise walls and an acute awareness on the part of law enforcement officers that breach of the walls may lead to devastating claims for breach of privacy and damages. They have such beautiful dogs Boots would simply smile, mate and leave.
Just so we are clear, I am not an advocate for the use of dagga or any drug for that matter. I don’t like habit forming drugs any more than I like quadbikes. But I have learnt one thing. I should not wish persecution on people just because I differ with them. I do not see why my homeboys in Mahalapye – and there are many- who use dagga purely for recreational reasons should be sent to prison at all. It is just cruel, needless and unfair and I mean it seriously.
