Who will save drugs from our youths?!

So yesterday as I was looking for a cool and secluded place for my session, I bumped into a certain bro who was injecting a clear and bloody substance into his veins using a syringe. That nibba had no veins showing but after a few slaps kama zile za daktari, he managed to see a faint line on his upper arm.

In a flint of a moment, I judged the guy harshly seeing that no part of his arm was devoid of syringe marks. Jamaa alikuwa na spots everywhere kama za chui. The fact that I had the fattest blunt on my lips was not lost on me so I had to leave the judgement to sir Jah and deploy one of our famous sayings " We shouldn't judge other sinners for sinning differently." Only a Kenyan would say this while pulling one of the most heinous crime you've ever seen.

In that moment I also had a flashback to my campus days knowing fully well this was where I was headed with the type of company I kept. Don't get me wrong, juu pia mimi I was among the kids several mums warned their kids about. I participated in everything that I was warned about. All the warnings had a way of disappearing from one ear through the other ikikaribia wikendi. "Asiye skia la mkuu wala ya Mamake, huvunjika guu" was the best words to describe me at that moment.

I watched myself slide further into decadence as I slowly metamorphosized into what my Inshas and Composition were all about. Nakumbuka our helb allocations hazikuwa zinamaliza ata siku Tatu buana although I always hoarded my money juu ukiinama wewe huwa solo na mashida zako. Within a few months we had turned into junkies, complete junkies who were always chasing for the next fix. At that time tulikuwa Tunaabuse alcohol, weed na pills on rotation. Maombi ya mzazi was working overtime juu I always declined mambo ya pills and only concentrated on the herb and alcohol.

What broke the camel's back and brought me back to my senses before I slid deeper into the addiction hole and maybe venture into new drugs like my counterparts had done was when these sons of bitches drugged me. As we were drinking at our favourite local, hurling promises to anyone who dared listen and professed deep love for the waitressess, I caught my pal's hand leaving my glass at the corner of my eye. I pushed the thought that crossed my mind at the moment, trusting that no harm would befall me juu I had done countless escapades with these nibbas. Big mistake that I regretted as soon as placed back my glass after downing the contents.

It is easy to know when you've been drugged juu it leaves a sour taste in your mouth and well utakuwa as high as a kite. Ubaya ya maduya, they completely disorient you, in a minute unakaa zombie feeling so high yet so numb manze. I went from professing undying love to Njambi the waitress, setting the date of our wedding on the next coming weekend as she gyrated her hips and buttocks on my torso to staring into open air, zombified and looking as dumb as a doorknob.

My God, to make the matters worse, they had drugged me with the lowest of the pills yaani design zilishika for like three days, imagine feeling as awkward and disoriented as hell for three full days na there is nothing you could do. Nilijimwagilia maji mwili mzima, took baths longer than I have ever had lakini wapi, hazishuki, damn. Lack of sleep pia, nilikuwa nakesha full lights kama vaite without the jaba. Na ukikula chakula Moto, inapanda saidii.

Zako zishawai shika mpaka ukapromise Mungu that zikishuka hutawahi jaribu mambo kama hiyo tena. That was me, I had to literally kneel down and get in touch with my spiritual side buana no jokes. The feeling started dissipating on the third day along with the promise hahaha. Lakini I had to give up on alcohol and stick to Maryjane and gave my life to Christ.