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"FRIEND 1"
First of all, contrary to everyone's believe, weed isnt addictive and its way safer than cigarretes
i take weed on a regular and i dont have any crazy experience but my first time of chewing raw SK, man this shi.t wasnt dried enough and i ate it at my friends place then i went home, had a shower.....
The following happened:
After my bath i was at the sitting room with my mum and sister watching a funny yoruba movie, suddenly i noticed that when we all laughed, i'm always the last to stop and am even laughing at not so funny details, my sister is been peeking at me although she suspect noting, then i realised i was too big for the couch am sitting in, am feeling like am 6 times my usual size, and am hearing some eerie noises, i knew what it was so i went into my room and looked in the mirror, eh? Have u ever seen ursef? I mean like u lookin at another person, that was what i saw, i saw myself as another person in my room, that's what the mirror showed me...... My eyes were puffy, very red and almost closed, i knew i was in today, to avoid trouble and get medication i have to leave home, cos my folks must not know about it, so i began this journey back to my friends place, man it wasnt funny, on the way i kept walking like running, i keep hearing voices telling me to run faster, i noticed people were staring at me and some were stepping out of my way, i feel like the sky is coming down on me and a whirlwind wants to swallow me, a voice tells me to shoutout for help, but i quickly checked that, although it wasnt easy to, i got to my friends place at last, he was outside with my other friends and on seeing me they realised and figured out whats wrong..... I didnt tell them anything, they just took me in immediately, bought a lot of garri and kulikuli, epa, milk and sugar with very chilled water for me, fed me, laid me down turned d fan on, covered me with a big duvet, removed my belt and locked the room..... They come in intervals to check on me and they told me afterwards that i kept repaeating obscene words and kept calling for my mom, that they should help me call my mom to pray for me that am gone crazy...... I actually taught that was it, i taught i had gone loco but thank goodness am back, and SK is my very good comrade now, i have learnt to master it......
Let me add that i kept remembering long forgotten scenes from my childhood, the road i have passed when i was sent on errand, rooms that i have been into as a kid, the clothes i do wear, silly meaningless details, u will hear the most minute sound..... It was crazy, it took me some 4days to become fully recovered and functional
Thanks
"FRIEND 2"
There was this incidence during my undergraduate days at the university of Ibadan. In my final year then, I had this friend whom we stayed together.
We were in the same department. He had never smoked weed, so he wanted to experience what it felt like.
It was a cold Monday morning. Lectured for that day commenced by noon, so we went to Bodija close to UI, there was place around there where weed was sold. When we reached there, I ordered for a wrap, he ordered for one also. I asked if he could smoke the entire wrap, he was like what is there, that he will smoke everything. Well we smoked the weed, and when we finished, my friend started knocking his head with his hand the way people who inhale snuff do. He also started smiling and laughing uncontrollably and murmuring incoherent words to himself.
On our return journey to UI, he jogged all the way to UI from Bodija laughing to himself, many early morning passersby kept looking at him strangely wondering what was wrong with him. I couldn't control him. When we arrived the hostel, he was still Laughing, smiling and murmuring incoherent words. All the things he did where also silly and funny. Even when peepz talked to him, his answers where incoherent and silly, and they kept wondering if he had gone mad. Well he was in this state for three days, lapsing from sanity to insanity. When he recovered fully the fourth day. He confessed to me that he had a really nasty experience, that he almost ran mad, and that he will never smoke weed in his life again.
"FRIEND3"
Weed na bad tin ooo. I have stopped smoking it now though, but there are some weed smoking memories I can never forget.
When I was in secondary school in the north, I was in SS3 then. When it was Marley Day celebration, I and some friends decided to celebrate it in grant style, so on dat particular day, we ordered 14 wraps of weed. We were seven in number, and we went into the bush at the back of our hostel wit two mattresses where we sat and smoked our weed. It was a kind of smoking competition to see who will fade out nd give up d smoking. Well we all took turns passing the weed round. Most of my friends pulled out at the 10 reefer. I smoked to the 12, till when my head couldn't contain it again. My eyes where dilated, my mouth felt bitter and lifeless, my head felt so huge, nd I was seeing several high places inn my front, even though every where was flat. I began to walk carefully towards the hostel, with caution as if I was walking on a mountain. I took very high steps believing that there gullies all around my path.
When I got to the hostel, I went straight to my room, pulled out my toothbrush put some toothpaste on it. At this time my head was thumping and I was seeing double. I began to work up nd down the hostel looking and askin for toothbrush and toothpaste, even though I had them in my hand. Fellow seniors and juniors where looking at me strangely, they kept wondering if I had gone insane. Well my weed smoking friends kept me secured during this moment. When I tried eating, I didn't feel anything. My entire body was numb, I just knew that food was going into me, but I didn't feel anything. Very funny.
During prepz, the girls in my class kept looking at me strangely. They knew me as a a very lively fellow but I kept looking like "mumu". I looked dull and silly. They kept asking what was wrong with me, I didn't even reply, I was in oblivion of what was happening. I felt like I was in another world. Everything around was double. My weed smoking friends stood by me nd covered me up, they said I was not feeling well. They didn't want me to "fuckup", though some sharp girls in class understood what was wrong with me, and later advised my friends not to Indulge me in such things.
For three good days, I wasn't myself. I kept to myself and behaved stupidly. The effects wore of completely after 3 days. It was a real nasty experience
"FRIEND 4"
Mine was in my first year of college...Still fresh and having high hopes for the future....would have been cool if not that i had this guy for a room mate...martin.....Martin was a playboy, quite handsome and was smart....Martin was in second year, so i told him to guide me as a newbie that i was, he gladly agreed,and so we became very good friends....began to even like martin more cos of all the chicks i got hanging out with him. my high hopes for college were beginning to be..well, not so high anymore
On this particular day, martin took me to his friend"s room not in the hostel,twas off campus...when we got there, i perceived strange but invigorating scents...i was like, "martin, wetin they ooze for there" martin said " guy chillax first you go see"....We got in, and viola....it was guys chanting strange incantations, for a moment, i thought the holy spirit was in their midst, then i realized it was something much less, well, holy..
you know how it goes, i tried the concussion, but i made a mistake, i ate it, saying "baba, i no dey smoke jare" it was a huge mistake...when we finished our jolly, i went to my room in the hostel then.....suddenly strange but relaxing sensations began to emerge....i ask martin what was wrong...he started laughing saying " guy you don die.." i got scared but was happy at the same time, why? i was running mad i guess.....i started running around the corridors shouting "the lord is good, bring out your five five naira for offering" guys thought it was normal jonzing, but sadly, it was not....martin laughed with tears rolling down his cheeks for minutes..
You see, being high on weed is like being in this invisible cage of your mind. you cant control anything, its heaven and hell at the same time...
Moral of this story.. Dont eat weed for your first time, smoke it.....
people saying weed taking is legal, well then it shouldnt be more common than pure water should it.....
By certified weed taker....Not and addict tho...
"FRIEND 1"
I had just moved out of my parents house and was sharing a room with my "friend". I had no idea he smoked weed, despite his suspicious movements and signature weed scent(abi na odour?) barely two weeks after
moving in with him, my worst fears were confirmed as he started bringing home his weed smoking buddies and they would occasionally roll a wrap and smoke it right there in the room or mix the weed with beans or spaghetti.
Being a very curious person i always wondered what made them happy after smoking, so i decided to find out for myself(wrong move)
It was a very hot day in February, a Saturday i think it was, my friend was out as usual. I searched everywhere for his stash but couldn't find it so i decided to go and get mine. I arrived the weed joint all sweaty and nervous, half expecting to get muged but nobody seemed to be aware of my presence there, they were all on different planets all expect one i concluded that he must be the seller so i approached him and the following conversation ensued:
Me: how far?
Weed seller: i dey
Me: i wan buy weed
Weed seller: how many parcel?
Me: parcel ke? Iro oo, na just small i need
Weed seller: laughs really hard. bolo leleyi sha(meaning this guy is a dunce oo)
Apparently, a parcel of weed is that small wrap, i didn't know that. I thought it was something very large.
I gave him 1000 Naira and he gave me a tiny wrap of weed with a white paper, i was surprised when he gave me 950 as change. I couldn't believe weed was that cheap.
On my way home, i decided not to smoke it but mix it with beans because i thought that it will be better that way(another wrong move). Long story short, i cooked beans and added the whole weed, ate it and called my friend, i told him ogbeni i just ate weed oo and nothing happened to me this one that you people will eat and be feeling funky, i don chop am oo. My friend was like ehen you be strong man oo
I decided to take a quick nap before doing laundry, i woke up about 20 minutes later on the floor i was banging my head on the floor, and i couldn't stop, my heart beat was so audible and fast, everything was extra bright and extra loud. After a few minutes of head banging, i was able to get up from the floor,
I felt as if i had just gained access to a part of my mind that I never knew existed previously, it was scary and cool at the same time. I could feel the blood flowing in my veins(you have to experience it to believe it. Though I strongly advise against it) i felt so uncomfortable in the room, it felt like i was in an oven suddenly a voice in my head whispered ogbeni bo aso e joor (off your clothes) i obeyed. The voice came again oya sa re(now run) that was when i realised that the weed had taken effect so i decided to take a shower to see if it will calm me down, but the water felt so hot on my skin so hot i ran out of the bathroom.
I called my friend to see if he could help me make sense of what was going on but he laughed at me, he asked me the quantity of weed i took and i told him i used a whole parcel, he said guyyyyy you don eff up if you no sleep in the next 30mins, you go mad oo go chemist make you go explain yourself.
By this time things had escalated, i had a severe itch at the back of my head that wouldn't go away no matter how hard i scratched and i was convinced that the beating in my chest was an evil spirit that could only be killed with a punch. I ran to my neighbour champion and told him champion e jo e fun mi lese laya(champion pls punch me in the chest) ti e ba gbami lese laya mo ma ku oo(if you don't punch me i will die oo) he hissed and walked out having had enough of such nonsense from the boys in the boys quarters.
The voice in my head came again iwo na o de gba ara e lese laya abi o ti fe ku ni(why don't you punch yourself in the chest or do you want to die?) i punched and punched but there was no difference.
The house was getting hotter, the voice in my head was getting louder, the itch in my head was getting worse, and the evil spirit in my chest was getting louder. Then came the voice again oya ma sare lo(start running) so i started running but on getting outside in the sun, i felt so cold i was shivering but that didn't stop me from running(i would have given husain bolt a run for his money on that day).
On getting to the chemist, i realised i was bare footed, i told him i had a severe headache i needed something to make me sleep immediately, he gave me the drug and i chewed it right there in his presence, next i asked him to give me a drug for evil spirit, that was when he realized something was wrong with me and chased me out.
I got back home and tried to sleep but my heart beat wouldnt let me, so i ran back out this time around to a nurse in the area, first thing she asked was kilode o wo bata ni? (why don't you have your shoes on? I told her jackie chan ti gba bata lowo mi (jackie chan collected my shoes) i was finally able to explain my situation to her and she took me in, tied something around my elbow and injected me directly in the vein. I passed out immediately only to wake around 1am or 2am in the middle of the night with the worst kind of hunger I have ever felt in my life. I ate a whole loaf of butter field bread in one sitting without butter or tea.
I came home to a hero's welcome, my friend told me e be like say your head no carry am but e go better make you try am once more so you go dey use to it. The following day while the house was empty, I packed my Ghana must go and like the prodigal son in the bible I went back home to my parents. It's been a few years since that experience but the lesson I learnt is an unforgettable one. My curiosity hasn't gotten me in trouble again and my circle of friends have since changed.
Please stop smoking weed. When you are high, you are only lucky if you come back to your normal state.
Weed excite your brain and make everything around you meaningless.
Weed is very addictive and very difficult to abstain from because it trigger a part of the brain dat makes you feel happy unnecessarily. If you are happy unnecessarily, that means you are insane!
Moreova, this local weed has a very bad effect on the lungs, leaving so many carbon in the lung that is very difficult expel through breathing. The more you smoke weed, the higher the deposit of carbon in ur system. This will later cause lungs failure or lung cancer.
Please stay away from artificial happiness and highness, its never good. You are high now, it might be the last time you will return to ur normal state because "a stone thrown up might never land on the same spot which it was thrown."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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