I had just joined campus(jkuat)
and was sharing a room with my “friend”. I had no
idea he smoked weed, despite his suspicious
movements and signature weed
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 Occassionally roll
a wrap and smoke it right there in the room or mix
the weed with beans or spagehtti.
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 october 2015, 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: vipi fathe??
Weed seller: rada safi,unaliaje?
Me: kuna venye nadai maneno ivi
Weed seller: punchbug ama joints?
Me: nadai kadogo
Weed seller: laughs really hard. Huyu msee ni dwansi
(meaning this guy is a dunce )
Apparently, a joint of weed is that small wrap, i
didn’t
know that. I thought it was something very large.
I gave him 1000 shillings and he gave me a tiny wrap
of weed with a white paper, i was suprised when he
gave me 950 as change. I couldn’t beleive 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
Kevo i just ate weed and nothing happened to
me this one that you people will eat and be feeling
funky, My friend was like kid you are a strong man
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.
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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 “kid take off your clothes”i obeyed.
The voice came again ‘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 one joint, he said you so fucked up if you will not have sleep in the the next 30mins, you will go mad go to the chemist and explain yourself.
By this time things had escalated, i had a severe
itch at the back of my head that wouldn’t go away
nomatter
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
Frank and told him frank ” manze nipige ngumi kwa kifua since he was musculine (frank pls punch me in the chest) manze usiponipiga me ntakufa(if you don’t punch me am going to die
) 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 brathee mbona usijipige ama unadai kufa (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 (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
usain 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
realised 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
Mbona huna viatu?
(why don’t you have your shoes on? I told her
Moses kuria alichukua (moses kuria
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 1 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
That i was so fucked in that i attracted lots of people around inclusive of my crush ‘Nadia’ The following day while the house was
empty, I packed my belongings like the
prodigal son in the bible I went back home to my
parent and decided to be commuting from home. It’s been a two 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.
Courtesy of IEBC
chukua kura yako leo
Kura yako haki yako sauti yako
Bad leaders are voted in by good citizens who dont vote
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