My guy has been into this for a while now, I don’t know when he started tho, we would chill, no lying he was the first to offer me the glorious weed, I tried it for the first time even though he complained I wasted it, I felt a difference within me, headache like no other on one part of my face.

I told him to stop that I didn’t like the first experience I had, normally he’d called me a small boy, He schools at University of “X”, we have been friends since secondary school, He would call me, chat me up, saying he is high, we laughed about it. “ASPA” guys, to him he called himself an OG, saying he had smoked anything naija had gotten, he went home still with the same habit, not long from now on Monday.

He told me his experience how he was caught by police the previous day that’d be on Sunday, He said the police didn’t put on uniform, (I’m thinking it’s sarz) and came asking questions, my guy got vexed and wanted to change it for the man.

God will never allow me experience that slap the policeman gave him, he said he got out of his highness that very moment, (eyes cleared Sharp sharp). The Highness that was meant to last a whole day lasted for some seconds.

He was in cell till his momma came for his bail, His momma cried, and one of the worst moments of a guy is seeing ur mum break down in tears, especially if it’s because of you.

He broke down too pleaded with her that he will never do it again, He had to swear with his life.

I asked him if he will still do it, my guy said as he is now he can’t do it again, the way his mum cried he felt ashamed, that at least he has smoked everything naija have. So he has nothing to do, I laughed and told him that the Lord works in mysterious ways.

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