In my village, before, I have no job. Days long, nights longer. Family look at me eyes full of hope but I have empty hands. Then one day friend tell, “This plant, it bring good fortune.” I think why not try?
I start small, with few plants. Slowly they grow tall and strong. My small garden become field of green gold. People come to me they want to buy. Money start to come.
But now government want to make cannabis bad again. Illegal. My heart it beat fast with worry. Why they want to take away our good fortune? This plant not harm anyone. It give job it give hope. If they make it illegal what I do? Go back to empty days? I cannot.
I pray every day I ask sky. I ask earth. Please let this plant stay free. Let people like me have chance for good life. We not ask to live with little happiness. I hope government listen. I hope they see how life change for people like me.
Submitted by: PK