As usual I’d approached the building from the wrong side so had to cut through a wild patch of scrub to reach the entrance to the Ministry of National Harmony. It was the pungent, sweet smell that alerted me to the marijuana first. Then I realised the path was going to lead me straight through the middle of it, leaving me ponging of the stuff as I arrived to interview the minister.
Anyway, the thing is that this stuff grows wild everywhere. It is a weed. And, because it freely pollinates, it will never get you high. So I won’t ever be doing the story about marijuana growing all around the British High Commission…
