Drug Muled: My Entire Perspective Changes

I’ve never really been a bookworm in my life but this year has changed me for the better. I have become a better person who is hungry for knowledge and would do just about anything to stay woke.

With all the kind of books I could choose from, I’ve decided to go with anything about politics. I was never into politics really until I decided to pursue a career in Journalism. Not that I was uninformed or ignorant, I guess my passion for environment and culture surpassed. When I am doing my post-graduate level, I decide to do my thesis based on the topic “women homelessness”. This is exactly when I become aware of what homelessness entails in a South African context and what prejudices those who are homeless are faced with, including the persistent scourge of drug addiction and drug dealing. Ever since I spent time and investigated those women’s stories I have gained much interest in women, crime and drugs.

Although I am informed about the escalating root of drug dealing and addiction in South Africa, I haven’t come accross any interesting yet excruciating read about such especially because I usually read scholarly journal articles. Until I find myself pacing up and down the local library trying to find a book for the weekend, I only come across boring titles until I decide to check the book at the back of the shelf and oh my God! It’s titled “Drug Muled Sixteen Years in A Thai Prison”, it’s a book by one of the most renowned journalists and someone I look up to, Joanne Joseph.

Drug Muled is like nothing I have readbefore. It is excruciating and has changed my whole perspective on drugs and prisons. I have never read a story of a single person and felt so touched, each time I flipped a page over I could feel the tears scalding my eyes. It’s well written in such a way that it takes the person’s story and brings it to life, your own life and imagine what you could have made of the situation had it been you.

Sometimes we don’t normally put ourselves in other people’s shoes but Vanessa’s story paints a picture that one cannot help but think of the reality of the pain she had to endure for sixteen years at such a young age. The inhumane circumstances that she found herself faced with and the time she lost behind those high shallow walls, thousands miles away from home.

Vanessa’s story allowed me a chance to do a self introspection and look around me, the people in my life and the trust that I constantly try to build up. The question rises,  what would I do if I had to be betrayed by my loved ones? How would I be able to get past all it and live through? Wether I’d be strong enough to fight foe survival or I’d lose the battle without even attempting to fight. The story of her lost youth behind those walls is still stuck with me and seemingly, it will be for quite a while. 


Green has always caught my eye

What can be more eye-catching than nature itself? The beauty of the green grass, the hills and the valleys and the flowing streams.

I am a big fan of the environment simply because it provides sense to life, how could one survive without trees and water? I appreciate what my eye allows me to see and what my mind interprets as natural beauty. The untamed beauty that is everlasting and breath-taking. Oh! How I love trees and the grass. Everything about nature is sophisticated yet very confusing.

Growing up, I was always curios and worry of seasonal change and all that came with it. In my village, when it’s winter time, everything that’s colourful loses it’s touch. That natural eye-catching green leaf slowly loses it’s colour and fades away. I might have been too young to know the difference between different seasons but my grandmother was always helpful.what a wise woman she was. She would tell m how to notice when the season is changing,  when summer time came I’d see my favorite green grass growing and during the mornings, it normally looked more beautiful with a sharp green spark. And when the sun came out, it would lose the moist from the whole night and would look fresh and friendly.

I still don’t understand how one can fall so deeply in love with the nature, but I sure do know I am in love with it. If I were to choose between life of materialistic things and that which is made of nature only, I wouldn’t think twice. I’d go with the one full of nature because it gives me life, it gives me hope and most of all it gives me happiness.

I know this might not make sense to the next person butsometimes it takes a special kind of love to understand something. But, in a case of loving nature, it is a very simple unspoken rhetoric.

I have noticed over the days that seasonal change has started occurring. The son doesn’t shine as brighter as it was beginning of the year and the skies as clear as they are, they are no longer as blue as in January. I am not big on winter but I appreciate every seasonal change foe it brings that scientific theory about life, earth and the environmental change.

My love for nature has me thinking of pursuing a career in agricultural studies or nature conservation. After all, nature conservation was always my first choice albeit I couldn’t pursue a career in it, I have just realised it’s not too late. Let’s go Green and love everything Green.