A worrying trend emerged in Namibian politics and civil society a few years ago, when persons in authority took it upon themselves to level a spurious allegation against the blemish-free characters of upstanding, law-abiding, fun-loving Namibian citizens. The allegation, uttered for the most part passionately, often beseechingly, and in the case of the clergy, with contempt, thinly disguised as ''humble pleas'', soaked in sulphurous warnings, from the lonely peaks of pulpits focused on a particular facet of the average Namibian's social life, namely, our fondness for a variety of foaming, hop beverages, the fermented grape and barrel-matured, triple-distilled hooch. We, decent and (mostly) sober citizens, under the scorching sun in the Land of the Brave, stand accused of being a ''nation of drunkards''. The allegation has a remarkable history and originated at the proverbial ''top''. Lush...