We’ve Chosen Legality Over Morality, and Namibia Is Now a Spiritual Circus
Let me describe the grave we have dug for ourselves. Namibia is bleeding moral flavour from a thousand self inflicted wounds, and we have decided that the best treatment is to smile, shrug, and say "but it is legal." We have taken the law, that cold and lifeless collection of paragraphs, and elevated it above every instinct for decency, every whisper of common sense, every ancestral memory of right and wrong. If the Constitution does not explicitly scream no, then we have decided to treat it as a heavenly yes. And in that swamp of lazy thinking, monsters are breeding. Look around you. Stop scrolling and really look. The churches have become a plague. Not a gentle spreading of faith, but a violent explosion of spiritual tumours bursting from every empty plot, every rundown shop, every plastic tent strung between a shebeen and a sewage drain. There is no corner of this country where you can escape the purple suits, the blinding gold shoes, the customised number plates that read...