In the aftermath of the accession of our country to independence, President Gouled declared the end of the khat trade in Djibouti. It was the golden age of the smuggling of the green plant that was sold at the price of gold.
As we know, prohibition magnifies the prohibited thing and ends up provoking the opposite effect.
Yesterday, Saturday, September 16, 2017, the khat could not be delivered to us because of the tragic events that took place these days in Hawaday, the world capital of the green plant.
It was therefore a day without khat in Djibouti. Never, from Djibouti’s memory, the streets of the capital had been so animated and the restaurant terraces so crowded.
We saw more joggers than usual along the roads, more swimmers than in the past on the beach, in short it was a colorful day, joyful, pleasant.
The green plant, the fresh leaves of which are chewed for hours by almost everybody, men, women, adolescents, old people and all the social strata, are said to be causing serious health problems.
Diabetes, high blood pressure and other pathologies owe him much, it is said. But Nothing does. Its consumption has never declined in our country despite all the information that people have today about the consequences of this addiction.
Yesterday, by force of circumstances, the Djibouti did not chew the plant and did what they do not have the opportunity to do the other days because of all the hours devoted to khat. And no one died.
In the evening, the many surface technicians who sweep our streets have had fewer plastic bags to pick up than usual.
Yes, in addition to its unfortunate consequences on people’s health, khat degrades our urban environment with tens of thousands of plastic bags that fly with the winds, clog pipes, cling to streetlights, the corners.
Yesterday was a pleasant day. What if it happened every day? This is a dream that we should be doing more often. To be more efficient.