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, 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 mugged 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 1000naira 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 wisphered ogbeni bo aso e joor
(off your clothes), I obeyed. The voice came again oya sa re
(now run). That was when I realized 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 neighbor - 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 Usain Bolt a run for his money on that day).
On getting to the chemist, i realized 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 wouldn't
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 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 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.

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Thank God u are saved

Drugs for evil spirit.
Rotfl*
na edo scientist go invent dat type oo

Comıng back to share my experıence on when ı ate cake baked wıth weed..

This your story get K leg o.. Its either you are lying or you still under the influence of the weed.


Moral of the story, wet Biafra weed is bad for the human system

hahahahahahahhahahahaha............. LordoftheWeed, come and defend your product.

Welcome to d hood' ..#
U don enter stage wey u dey use am brush?