The parents say their child abused them severely, but since they have been buying him dagga he has become humble.

I was driving to the community on high alert, scanning the surroundings for signs of popo or road blocks, knowing I will be a “criminal” for being in possesion of a little bit of holy herb on my way back to town.

There were a number of cars in front of the house as I pulled up a customer got in his car. I then got out and made my way through the gate and as I look up to the door I saw a man in a blue uniform, I turned icy-cold instantly, I wasted no time getting in my car.

As I drove down the street, the previous customer made a u-turn, at the intersection and was heading back towards me.

He pulls up to me and asks “Hi, Why didn’t you buy because of the traffic?” I replied in a sigh of relief: “Yes, I thought is might be the police.”

“Was he buying?” I asked curiously. He then confirmed my suspicion and asked if I did not have rolling paper for him. Luckily I had some OCB rolling papers I bought for a rolling paper review article and I gave him a single blade.

The daggafarian traffic officer drove passed me as I made a u-turn.

At the snyman’s house I waited some time as he was already busy fetching another clients parcel. I started up a conversation with the customer. I told him about the injustice of dagga law, comparing the ten year sentence received by the Durban 5 to the 5 year sentence given to Oscar. He agreed about the injustice as the snyman brought his parcel.

The snyman gave his customer a poke and then we started up a conversation.

“I really need my medication” I told him, and it is with this statement that he told me about this child who abuses his parents.

The snyman says: “The parents have tried everything and nothing could help stop the fits of rage.”

“Since the child has been using dagga, his parents buy for him, he has become humble. Very peaceful. He does not abuse his parents anymore.” The snyman added.

By the time we concluded our conversation we had covered many topics.

He gave me my medicine and I drove off smiling.