Life Stories

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At the age of 13 I started smoking cigarettes as I wanted to fit in with the group I was involved with. Smoking cigarettes developed into smoking dagga. I then started taking ecstasy at night clubs where I would also drink alcohol. That’s when my life really started falling apart!

In 2016, I was caught in possession of crack cocaine. Fortunately, my uncle bailed me out for R5000. Things got worse and I started stealing from home, shops, robbing people and hijacking cars. My Grandmother tried to intervene. My mother would cry a lot because of my lifestyle and the community was getting tired of me. It came to a point where I had to make a decision…

Click on the link below to download our cartoon about the harms of drug addiction. Make copies of our cartoons and distribute them at school, work, and in your community!

Click on the link below to download our cartoon about the harms of drug addiction. Make copies of our cartoons and distribute them at school, work, and in your community!

?I have lived a life of sin for the past 23 years. I have done quite a bit of prison time for things that I shouldn’t have done as I was a slave to drugs and a slave to Satan for far too long.

In the eight years leading up to 2014 I sold all my possessions, was in prison four times, lived on the streets for up to one year at a time, was involved in house-breakings, was beaten by the community forum and had to eat from dust bins. I lived worse than an animal!

I started drinking alcohol from as early as ten years old. It all started on the so-called “Big Days” over the festive season but soon included even the ‘small days’.

I started to steal to support my growing addiction to Tik (Crystal Meth) and Mandrax (Buttons). I ran away for home for good and was being used by gangsters to sell drugs. I started to turn more and more to criminal activity. It came to a point where the police were out looking for me and I realized I needed to escape this life.

I was raised by a single parent. Fathers are very strict, but I didn’t have a father and took advantage of this fact. I allowed the devil to deceive me, to take control of my life and to use me in a way that would suit him and fulfil his plans. His influence in my life lead me to make many wrong decisions.