Sheenor:


yuh dont have to say dat.......whats gud for yuh might be bad for odas::::wch we all knw

IykeWest: Am definitely gonna smoke and eat weed before this year end,probably cook or put it in dah family meal and video them doing shit,nd me lafin mah assz off!

Thavik: i wonder

BluStreak:

RODFLMFAO . . . of all the weedomenia stories reeled out so far, this has got to be the most hilarious. I laughed and coughed so hard that tears was flooding down my cheek like the Victoria falls. Ha ha ha ha I almost choked in my own laughter. Jeeeez! I feel you bro & the falling walls. Damn!

MDMA:


It depends. The first time I took weed, I had a very bad experience. It's usually called a bad trip. That was February this year. Before then, I've lived almost my entire life with Weeders. I take alcohol too so, for me. I thought alcohol was the best and final high.

I know a lot of weeders who can't stand a bottle of small stout. I was also skeptical about trying to smoke weed for fear of asthma cancer etc. bear it in mind also that my brain has been hammered with all those parental scares that weed causes madness. So I was not interested in it at all.

However, on that fateful day, I was bored to death nothing to do. I turned on my PC to listen to some nice songs by Owl City. Then my weeder pal came in with stuff and started wrapping (or whatever you people call it) and asked me if I was interested which I declined. I told him I no fit amoke am.

There are many ways to kill a rat he said, that I should try eating just a pinch. Well, I obliged and what started as a pinch multiplied when he came in with a can of Heineken. I ATE TOO FUCKINGG MUCH!

First, the song I was listening to (with earplugs of course) sounded felt so extraordinarily beautiful that I began to doubt my senses. I was like, abi no be the same Vanilla Twilight Owl City wey I dey hear before be dis ni? Everything was intense and clear, the closest example is to compare palito radio speakers to Beats by Dre's output. After about 2 minutes I jumped off the chair and shut down the PC. I was beginning to think something bad was about to happen...

I told my friend I was not feeling fine. I was getting unnecessarily hungry and my heartbeat had increased tremendously. I felt like a heart attack was coming.

My bro told me to calm down. He said I should have smoked it. That edible weed is a lot more potent than when smoked and that the high would wear off soon enough because I didn't consumed much. I was being deceived. This was around 12 in the afternoon and about 30 mins after I ate the stuff.

He told me to take a bath and just feel free and at ease with my self, and savor the moment. I couldn't savor anything! My brain kept conjuring images of heart attack and mad victims. I was scared shitless but I tried to appear cool.

The the munchies began: excessive craving for food. My stomach was rumbling. By now I had accepted my fate and decided to let the weed run its full course on me. But the hunger was not excepted. I've always wondered why these people would consume massive meals after a nice joint. When the hunger became unbearable, i decided to leave the flat for a roadside canteen. As I just comot my room like dis, i felt like falling! Everything was taking a kind of form or the other. Everything felt hot! The sun was too bright (or so I thought) being a creative person, I felt like I was in a movie or something. I went back and told the guy I couldn't go alone. He noticed I was tense and decided to follow me. We went to the canteen and I devoured 300 Naira hollow rice with no meat and 2 pure water. The rice tasted like heaven! I'm telling you. It was as if my sense of taste was being jailbroken or unlocked

I hope you are noting some points (advantages) all along...

We trekked back home and for unknown reasons I became very talkative. I couldn't stop rambling. And in between my ramblings. I told him this shit felt good. I was tripping real good. He was assuring me " you see now everything is fine, I told you" grinning. I was also grinning in response. This was around 12:35pm or so and I felt like I had already drown 4bottles of big stout (I'm talking about the high)

So, my friend told me to go back inside take a nice bath and sleep off pssszt. How I prayed it would be that easy. Once we were back home, it was hell. For no reason I started feeling scared again. I was jittery and I tried looking at the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot puffy and swollen. And the paranoia started again. My friend tried playing Damian Marley & Nas' Distant Relatives album to lift my mood but no it wasn't working. I hated myself. And with each passing minute kids noticed the 'high' rising up and up.

I started complaining to my friend about phucked up I am and how scared I am. He told me to chill the phuck out. This time less reassuring. I felt like I wanted to crap. I hit the toilet but the urge vanished just as it came. Then I went back to my friend and asked him how long it will take for high to last. He said 2 hours at most. It was already 1 o'Clock and I felt 1 more hour wouldn't kill me. Just the assurance that I will be fine in an hour lifted my spirits and I thought 'why not make the remaining hour a memorable experience?'

I jumped back to my PC and fired it on only to google for how long it takes edible weed to run it course. The result was mind blowing: up to eight hours of total mind brick fuckery high! Something died inside me right away. I was convinced I was going to run mad. And my messed up brain magnified the thought 1000 times.

I tried watching Spartacus. It felt like I was watching a 3D movie. The blood, the gore. My eyes were sunken. My heart almost bursted. It was like a train wreck coming...to end it all, my friend left me all alone in the room. I was very unhappy. The high was going up and up. My brain was muddled up. I had no idea when this is going to stop.

Then.

I started having delusional visions. A lot of my childhood memories came back, all those friends I lost contacts with, the ones that died. It felt like I was reliving memory. It felt good and bad. But I had no choice. I was all alone trapped in my messed up mind. I tried doing something creative, maybe write a song, or a movie script or stuff...I had no motivational support. I questioned a lot of things about my self, my existence, my denials, especially about weed and a lot of popularly held belifs that scare people away from experimenting with stuffs. I wasnt scared I was high, I was scared because of these reasons

1 I took the weed with Alcohol.

2 I was sure beyond doubt that I took much more than the normal dose for the 8 hour high. Which escalated my fears. What if i took dose for 24 hours high? Highway to madness. This was around 3-30pm I tried closing my eyes and see if I can sleep. Once I closed my eyes, everything felt beautiful. Right in front of me was a fluid motion of psychedelic colors presentation. So beautiful and yet so eerie...I couldnt sleep. I was scared I'd already be mad by the time I wake up. So I'll prefer I still be awake and experience it first hand.

Then

I started having mild memory loss. I actually doubted it at first, so I called a friend to come over. I told him I wasn't feeling fine. He's an experienced weeder so I was expecting moral support from him. He came and once he saw me, he knew I was high.
I started hallucinating. He assured me I will be fine. Told me to take my time. I started speaking grammar. Then the memory loss came back. I would be having a nice conversation with him for about 5 minutes then I'd suddenly forget what we were talking about. Shit was affecting my memory. I was like God. Stage one, Memory Loss.

My new friend kept reassuring me everything will be fine. He blamed the guy that gave me the drug. He told me I was on overdose. So my brain is actually straining itself to work out the very complex mathematics that the weed has introduced. We both did a lot of research on the internet and I was scared but relieved.

By 6PM my mind was BRICKED. And for like 10-20 mins I felt like I didnt exist. In reality, I felt nothing.

My brain was rebooted when I started feeling some sort of electric impulses going up and down my spine. My other friend told me everything is fine and said he thought I was sleeping or something.

By 7PM I decided to go out and I almost got knocked down by a car. My brain was calculating bullshit! We hit a bar and I took over 4 bottles of fayrouz. I think it calmed me down a bit and we went home and I lay awake. Worried and scared. Up till around 1 am midnight

I didn't know when I dosed off but I woke up around 10 am and was feeling very refreshed and relaxed. I thanked my stars I had no problems and I was also happy I had the experience. It paved way for a lot of thinking and a different perspective on the intricacies of the human mind, and social behavior.

Well here it is. Edible weed is very potent! I've had weed about 2 times after that and the experience was beautiful. This was partly because I was more prepared and also because I was with people I trusted. Dont ever do drugs where you feel threatened or worried.

If you ever feel like doing weed or drugs in general, do a lot of research. Don't jump to please peers. In the end you're the only one riding the train!

Don't believe everything people say.

Also you can check this links to know more about how Psychedelics work.

http://www.disregardeverythingisay.com/post/9331287956/the-visual-components-of-a-psychedelic-experience


http://www.erowid.org/experiences/subs/exp_Cannabis.shtml





Before we became born again, we were all once sinners.. .

(To be continued, pardon my gbagauns)

Crixina: you could be a good writer you know,especially when its got to do with weed.interesting,makes me really wanna try it out.

myOGAonTOP: Pls dont laugh: Young lady singer from Kd wanted to work on her album in some dude's music studio. Dude called me to work but i was all booked up so i declined. Months later i come hear scores. Dude obviouly couldnt handle the young lady's cuteness (and terrible vocals) professionally so he decided to get a cheap lay. He prepared indomie deluxe-style and laced it up with a wrap of maria juanito. The gal gladly accepted and went out. She came back and with giant wrap of suya. She ate the indomie and offered suya to the guy. Minutes later, the guy started feeling funny. Unknown to him the gal laced the suya with Sk when she suspected something fishy. She made away with the whole cash around, sound cards, his keys and his external hard disk. Smh

Crixina: me too,cos I just had a new... That smokes weed,am beginning to find it sexy.

Wish me luck guys

warrenweste:

Lol na wao o,Anyways brof how far na,we don wait tiroe for that funmi adams clip na..abeg make u no forget

lari03: LOL.....
Let me roll back the years to my first time with chronique.

Jarus: I don't do weeds, and hate it, but guys do it where I play football in my estate.

tochimas: I had the same experience way back in school after my friend and I ate okra soup we found at his brothers house. We had gone from trade fair to his brother's house to relax cos it was closer, on getting there and realizing that we were hungry, we made eba and helped ourselves to the okra soup we found there. The experience is like a horror movie, at one moment , I would see myself on the ceiling, I would even see my self walking with my head. I even thought I would just die at any moment . Abeg no even give that to your worst enemy .
He came back and met us in a very bad form, fed us with tins of milk till we vomited all the food in our stomach.

Gofwane: Dis 1 hapnd 2 my frnd. We wer in his room smoking sk wen all of a sudden he stood up n ran 2 his sister's room. Nw his sista ws bathing her new born baby. so wen my guy reachd d room,he went straith 2 d wall n start pushing d wall. We heard hm yelling @ d top of his voice. We went der 2 c wt ws hpnng. D guy ws tellin his sista 2 pik hr baby n run outa da room cos da wall ws falling. We stood der lookin @ hm doin nutin cos we wer al high. My guy started crying beggin his sista 2 go out of d room, dat d wall is getin too heavy 4 him n he doesn't wnt it 2 release it because it will fall n kil d baby.