When he was running for the White House in 1992, former US president Bill Clinton felt the need to disclose that he "did not inhale". He was of course talking about cannabis, or dagga as we call it in Mzansi.
In 2006, then Illinois senator Barack Obama riffed on Clinton's quote when asked about marijuana: "When I was a kid, I inhaled frequently. That was the point."
Like Obama, I once inhaled too. I was still a teenager when I stumbled upon a waskom full of the holy herb and grabbed a handful. I had taken the car battery we used to operate the black and white TV set for a recharge when I made the discovery.
The man who recharged batteries was also a peddler of insango. I was not shocked but rather curious and decided to grab the opportunity. I rolled a spliff and got high. I did not like the taste and decided to quit.
While ethanol remains my favourite vaporous depressant, I have friends who wouldn't hesitate to whip out a Rizla paper and puff away anywhere and any time.
Chester has even mastered the art of rolling a zol while driving. I would sit passively in the enclosed cabin and inhale the fumes and feel giddy.
Mpho in Cape Town was also a prolific smoker of the zol and would smoke brazenly while we walked to Teazers.