I got back a little while ago from watching Spurs beat the Young Boys, to move into the group stages of the Champions League.
In the midst of the euphoria amongst the Spurs fans assembled at the mamak restaurant in Subang Jaya, my thoughts drifted to death row prisoner Yong Vui Kong in Singapore.
But for the stay of execution pending his appeal for clemency that was obtained by his lawyers at the eleventh hour, Yong would, round about now, be led to the gallows.
Being in possession of 47.27g of diamorphine.
How much is that?
5 tablespoons full?
What’s its street value?
He is to be hanged for this?
When did we reckon the Divine gift of life to be so cheap?
Can he not be rehabilitated, or reformed, with a period of incarceration?
No, because Section 5(1Xa) of the Misuse of Drugs Act in Singapore, enacted by men and women, decrees that Yong’s life must be terminated.
When did we become Gods?