Last week was rather well spent for me.On Saturday I was in the company of close friends and relatives. And as usual, we were in a celebratory mood, having a couple of cold ones and listening to music.Ideas started to flow and we discussed a flurry of issues, ranging from the social to the body politic. Let me let you in onto my friends first.We will discuss issues and have some of the most brilliant ideas and plans and resolutions but when it comes to implementation, zilch, naught, zero, nothing, dololo. I think it is best to take notes the next time we assemble, so that we become consistent with our thoughts and act on them for posterity. Lol.I can assure you, dear reader, that we have some of the most brilliant ideas, if only we could implement them.In retrospect, though, it might be just as well we have these ideas and never implement them, for once we do, we might run out of ideas to discuss and become a boring lot.Perhaps it helps to always have something to talk about and procrastinate over implementation.Be that as it may, in the state that we find ourselves in as far as Mzantsi goes when it comes to politics, there is and will never be a boring moment, strue’s bob.So after our Saturday talk shop, I retraced my steps on Sunday and visited same digs for further talk on our ‘revolutionary ideas’, lo and behold, I happen upon a different group of grootmans than were there the day before.The topics from the previous night suddenly took on a different form.We started talking serious stuff; crime , brutality and atrocious activities never before witnessed in our country.Everyone had their opinions as far as things have turned sour in our country: the prevalence of drugs and the overwhelming expansion of areas in which the police have to oversee.This has been created largely by the ratio of police to residents. I could not help but sit patiently whilst being schooled about the recent past era and how things were then.You see listen to some of the stories of how life was back then.This led me to say I needed to write a book as that part of history needs to be told for posterity.Crime was there in the past, but the police could manage it.But their modus operandi would be regarded as hard and inhumane by today’s standards.Human right violations would be the best way to describe police acts of combating crime in the past, today.A firearm was a rare sight in the past.Just the mention of a firearm at a particular household, would see the whole contingent of police descend and peace would be disturbed.The beating would be so harsh that suspects started ‘singing’ and said firearm would be retrieved.Armed robberies were also the order of the day, an ‘arm’ being a traditional weapon or umnqayi, andif the thugs made off with so much as a four clip, it was a huge score.After listening to these tell-tales from yesteryear, I made solemn to promise to write about them. Not that they would change the status quo, but if only they would give an idea of how life was lived in the past. Salute.