The Maconha God is not your stereotypical God. His followers are not your typical disciples. He belongs to a group of lower caste Gods that are slowly gaining more and more power.
There is no scripture to be read and no building to go on specific days to pray. Maconha is an elusive God, not always there for his people. He roams the world. Only in specific places does he reveal his mystical presence.
Like most religions, “Maconhanism” has its set ways. In order to please the revered One, one has to live by his ways. One of the most important commandments of Maconha is that all his followers smoke marijuana at least once a day, in his honour. Many would think it’s an easy life, following in the footsteps of Maconha. This would be a gross assumption. Life for Maconha disciples is by no means easy, making sure that Maconha is satisfied is no easy task. The fields must always be tended to, cared for with the blood and sweat of your soul, in order to keep Maconha pleased. If the sacrifices dry up and his people stray from his path then he simply heads off, vanishing into the world.
Pedro was young when they arrived, together with his siblings, he clung desperately to his parents clothing as they weaved their way through the sea of strange faces that flooded Jan Smuts international airport. It was 1984, the family had arrived in South Africa, it was a time of change and uprising. All they had was the clothes on their backs and the promise of new beginnings, a new life.
