Drug Dealing In The North Of Mauritius: “Si to dénonce nou, nou pou défonce twa.”

This week, an Inside News team was on the ground to understand the modus operandi of new masters in the drug market, that is, teenagers between the ages of 10 and 18. “Si to dénonce nou, nou pou défonce twa.” These are the threats that an eleven-year-old boy uttered to the one who surprised him selling drugs in small sachets.

In the little alley; this “nou” of which the little boy speaks, are the “youths” of the neighborhood. They are those who occupy the street a lot of their time and that for many years. The older ones are hooded and dressed in black at the nightfall. They look like ninjas and they sow terror in groups. Perhaps this is why some kids take a lead on them, perhaps for this reason that these youngsters are models in spite of themselves. They embody these heroes of cartoons, heroes who often make the police their enemies.

This area of the North of the island, surrounded by five-star hotels or well-visited hypermarkets, is one of the hubs of drugs. Every weekend, many cars stop to buy what to smoke, to take drugs – especially those who go to night clubs. Everybody knows about it.

But some facts remain worrisome. These “dealer” children are themselves consumers. Moreover, according to a report from NGOs on the ground, of the 271 street children interviewed, 30.2% said they had already used hard drugs and 95.10% had used cannabis.

These angel-faced children master the cogs of their “craft” to perfection. When the lookouts – dressed in soccer jersey – notice the arrival of the police, they start yelling with all their might “Goal! Goal! “. They have got all the ideas at such an early age. In any case, it is their code to say “Attention”. As soon as the word is said, they all start scampering like rabbits, they run in all directions. It feels like a Hollywood movie. The problem is that the end is always the same. Young people run faster, and in general the police come back empty-handed.

As soon as the police leave, a few minutes later, the young people are already sitting in their usual place. On their sofa. Because yes, they even offer the luxury of having a sofa. They had to get it somewhere. And sometimes, when one of their friends comes back from the RYC, they tag “Welcome” on the walls. Why celebrate it in the house of one of them when the neighborhood belongs to them?