I'm just gonna share an excerpt from a thread I refused to complete in the sexuality section which also includes my first experience eating weed. Enjoy:

OUR LITTLE ROMANCE WITH MARY J

We haven't always been best friends with Mary J. Our romance with her started on that very day. Most of the parents had already left the school and in short the matric was already over. Jerry, carpenter and I dashed to the hostel and were making preparations to go for the show. The plan was to book a room where all of us were going to sleep for the night since it was an overnight party and it wouldn't tell well of us if we didn't have a room where we could sleep when things came to an end maybe around 2-3am. Boys life is all about packaging. The person that you all looked up to as the richest guy in your school may not have up to the amount you usually have in your bank account. All na packaging. We were already getting prepared and there was a bus we had hired that was waiting to take us and some girls to the venue when my phone rang. It was Folake. I squeezed my face cos I knew what she might be calling to say. I answered the call.

"Where are you?" She said excitedly.

"I'm in my hostel. What's up?"

"I'm in front of your hostel. Come outside."

I went outside and met her sitting in the boys cafeteria. I went and took a seat beside her. She smiled when she saw me, revealing that her gap teeth that I really liked. She was wearing a nice revealing top and I could tell that she had plans of going to the party. She presented me with a cooler of rice filled with plenty of chicken and two bottles of non alcoholic drinks. I thanked her and gave her a kiss on her lips. A few boys looked in our direction and I felt like a boss. I knew a lot of guys then would do anything to have a girl like Folake and I wondered why I always took her for granted. Life was never fair and I came to know more about that in the years to come that I spent in that school.

"Are you going for the party?" She asked me, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"My friends want me to go with them." I looked at her outfit. "Are you going?"

She gave me an annoyed look.

"I want to go with you."

I was afraid of this. The truth is there was nothing wrong if I went with Folake but I wouldn't have the freedom to run other shows at the party. I had been feeling choked up and suffocated and a party such as this was what I needed to ease my tension and express my manhood. A party filled with drunk girls was the perfect opportunity for me to get laid in that school and I know a lot of other guys reasoned that way too. I could always get to nak Folake anytime if I put my mind to it but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to me then. I had to think of a lie to convince her not to go for the party.

"Folake you know I'm going with my friends and I don't think it's safe for a girl such as yourself to go to that party."

"But I'll be with you now."

"The place will be rough and I might not be able to protect you if anything goes wrong and I heard there is no security at the place sef."

She wanted to protest but the lies were just pouring in. I was in the zone.

"Where will we even sleep? You know it's an overnight party. I will not be able to live with myself if anything happens to you. I can't put your life at risk. . ."

I fear myself that moment. That was when I knew I could lie if I really wanted to. I lied more than lucifer, both the ones that made sense and the ones that didn't make sense. Eventually I made her see reasons why she shouldn't go and she shrugged in resignation. I promised her I wouldn't have so much fun and that I was only going because my friends insisted I joined them. I escorted her a little bit on her way to her hostel and returned to carry the cooler and the bottles of drinks to my room. Some professional scavengers also followed me to my room on seeing the size of the cooler. The boys were ecstatic when they saw the food I'd brought unexpectedly. We ate enough fried rice and chicken and still remained some that we would eat when we get back from our little adventure. Today was making sense so far. I told Jerry and Emeka as we all headed towards the bus about the little incidence with Folake and how I managed to convince her not to come for the party again and they laughed very hard and congratulated me on my lying prowess. I laughed too even though I knew it wasn't something I should be proud of. We got to the venue and the party was just about starting. As it is in any party, boys go first pack demselves for one side, while the girls go also pack demselves go one side. Carpenter and I went to the bar to get some drinks while Jerry busied himself mingling with the ladies. Jerry was a very social person with a likeable personality. He could walk boldly into a group of 8 girls and chat them up comfortably. I, on the other hand, had the tendency to get really shy and awkward in such situations so I avoided them completely. This often made people mistake me as someone that was proud or arrogant. Unlike Jerry, I would rather wait in a corner until the girl of my choice was alone or with at least only one friend before I made my move. Boys and tactics sha.

After we got the drinks Jerry joined us and we went to seat at a corner while sipping our bottles of star. The night grew darker and people were already getting jiggy on the dance floor. Carpenter got restless and went on to God-knows-where, and Jerry was busy pointing out a girl on the dance floor that he had plans of fuckkkking when he suddenly stopped talking. I looked up at him wondering what was wrong and followed his gaze to the entrance (gate) of the hotel. A group of girls were just arriving for the party.

Among them, was Folake!

ROTFLMFAO !!

Weed smoking is very dangerous and at the same time helpful. Weed is used to the person's system who smokes it regularly probably from a young age unlike a person who just started smoking it suddenly. It would have a very strong effect on the person because it isn't used to the body system. @op This your experience about weed is damn crazy. Drinking alcohol also has similar experience like that. I've experienced the one of alcohol and it made do things I only thought of. The ground which is flat was like a hilly ground. I even fought a close friend of mine which I regretted. I vowed never to drink alcohol after that day because I don't even like the taste but forcing myself to drink it with the influence of bad friends.

Herbs was created for the service of mankind, well it depends on what you entertain when you are high... What if I told you my conscience or spirituality is in its highest realm when I read and blaze, herbs heighten your 6 senses, the question is do you harness it or what thought do you entertain at that time, believe you me you will be influenced and exploited if you entertain the wrong thought, everything should be in moderation

OUR LITTLE ROMANCE WITH MARY J 2

I was shocked on seeing her and before I could recover our eyes locked and she raced towards me with arms extended and gave me a very big kiss on my lips. A lot of the girls who packed themselves at one corner looked in our direction. See casting, I thought. Still I managed to put a smile on my face.

"What are you doing here," I asked. I really needed to know!

"I came with a couple of friends. They booked a room for the night and told me that I must come with them. So you see," she said looking at me "I'll be perfectly safe." She kissed me again and sat down next to me.

From the corner of my eyes I could see jerry laughing at my predicament and I felt like kicking him. I wondered if Mary was at the party or if she was coming. The speakers were blaring loudly now and I had just finished my bottle of star. This night must not pass me by, I said within myself. I whispered into Folake's ear to mingle with others at the party that I would look for her soon. She seemed a little hesitant but she stood up and left. As I made my way through the gyrating crowd to get myself another bottle of star I bumped into Carpenter dancing like his life depended on it on the dance floor. He saw me through half-closed eyes and smiled eerily at me. Bobo was already high. He shoved a set of keys into my hand and kept on dancing while I made my way to the bar to get another bottle. Apparently he had left to go and book a room for us for the night. I looked at the key. It said 'rm 212 starlight hotels'. I made my way back to the corner I was before and watched the dancing crowd. I really enjoyed the atmosphere and the energy but I couldn't dance to save my life (apart from moving side to side) so I preferred to respect myself and sit down quietly. I saw Emeka chilling with a girl called tracy in a dark corner. They appeared to be smooching seriously and I was wondering if Emeka was going to get laid that night. I had no idea where Jerry was and I was high and thinking of the next silly thing to do before the window of opportunity that Folake had given me expires, when I set my eyes on Kike. Kike and I were relatively close. I had mentioned earlier that me, jerry and kike had met during our entrance exams. She liked me a lot and always wanted to talk to me whenever she saw me. I had also helped her out financially a couple of times and had even borrowed her money to pay her school fees then (which she was even yet to pay back). She was seated with her friend who was talking with another guy, making her seem like an extra baggage. I looked around - Folake was nowhere in sight.

Excellent, I thought to myself.

zenopee: Weed na bad tin ooo. I have stopped smoking it now though, but there are some weed smoking memories I can never forget.
When I was in secondary school in the north, I was in SS3 then. When it was Marley Day celebration, I and some friends decided to celebrate it in grant style, so on dat particular day, we ordered 14 wraps of weed. We were seven in number, and we went into the bush at the back of our hostel wit two mattresses where we sat and smoked our weed. It was a kind of smoking competition to Ơ̴̴̴̴̴̴͡.̮Ơ̴͡ who will fade out nd give up d smoking. Well we all took turns passing the weed round. Most of my friends pulled out at the 10 reefer. I smoked to the 12, till when my head couldn't contain it again. My eyes where dilated, my mouth felt bitter and. Lifeless, my head felt so huge, nd I was seeing several high places inn my front, even though every where was flat. I began to walk carefully towards the hostel, with caution as if I was walking on a mountain. I took very high steps believing that there gullies all around my path.
When I got to the hostel, I went straight to my room, pulled out my toothbrush put some toothpaste on it. At this time my head was thumping and I was seeing double. I began to work up nd down the hostel looking and askin for toothbrush and toothpaste, even though I had them in my hand. Fellow seniors and juniors where looking at me strangely, they kept wondering if I had gone insane. Well my weed smoking friends kept me secured during this moment. When I tried eating, I didn't feel anything. My entire body was numb, I just knew that food was going into me, but I didn't feel anything. Very funny.
During prepz, the girls in my class kept looking at me strangely. They knew me as a a very lively fellow but I kept looking like "mumu". I looked dull and stupid. They kept asking what was wrong with me, I didn't even reply, I was in oblivion of what was happening. I felt like I was in another world. Everything around was double. My weed smoking friends stood by me nd covered me up, they said I was not feeling well. They didn't want me to "fuckup", though some sharp girls in class understood what was wrong with me, and later advised my friends not to. Indulge me in such things.
For three good days, I wasn't myself. I kept to myself and behaved stupidly. The effects wore of completely after 3 days. It was a real nasty experience.

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

mr_man: 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 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 february, 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: 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 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 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 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 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 neighbour 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 quatters.


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 husain 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 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.

You are even lucky that you are not in Malaysia here with us,you would have served one year imprisonment.

This is some crazy thread!! Smoke a thon - smoke weed everyday. I don't think I know anyone that has gone this nut after smoking weed, but I do know someone who smoked skunk laced with crack that was sectioned for a long time. Darn!! I did cry for my doozy, thank God he's alright now and he's doing fine. He'll never mess with any drug again - not even shisha or cancer stick.


Err...my worst experience. I've stopped messing with weed but I'd say I used to be a weed head. Don't judge me, where I'm from weed is like cancer stick and everyone including girls have messed with it at one point or the other in their lives. I stopped time ago when it started getting to me. I started pretty early at age 16/17. Loved skunk so much, it got to a stage that I used to smoke an O within 2-3 days. Then I decided to stop when it started making me basically useless. I think it was a year after I stopped - one time I must have gone to my boy's house. We're playing games and drinking E and J, then some nice lighties must have said they wanted to come over. This was uni times. Bam they came over. The E&J already got me lean as fvck but I can handle alcohol, no matter the amount. These chics came and they started rolling up with the d big azz rizla. I didn't even know what they had was the brum brownie, the most potent skunk ever. So potent you can inhale it from like 50m away - true story.

Lit the zoot up and they passed it to me. Cos I was lean, I just started smoking the ish like cancer stick. Boi, when I handed it to my boy, straight away I knew something was wrong. Got up, went to the kitchen to get cancer stick and mix my drink. On my way out of the kitchen - I just passed out. Fell like a plank on the floor. All I could hear was everyone screaming my name and my head spinning like a rollercoaster. Luckily for me there was no glass there and though I smashed my head on the wall and went to ground with my feet. If it had been the other way round, I probably would have been dead right now.

I just chilled on the floor for like 30mins and kept telling them that I'm bless. Boi, when I got up, my legs were gone. It was just some funny feeling I'll never forget. Since then, messing with anything skunk is a myth for me. Did puff a little bit of normal weed after that, but that is definitely not something I want to mess with again.

Smoking is good for those it works for and I have nothing against it but if it's a burden on your life, it's better to leave. But I would say it's not addictive like cancer stick and other drugs but I believe it's ideal for certain people depending on temperament and what you do.

^LmaaaaAaao!

Well weed makes me feel peaceful and content which I need in this mixed up world with people who don't want me to be able to feel that way because there are so many hateful and selfish nosey people who try to run everyones lives by trying to tell them what they need and don't need,and what should be legal or not legal. They should open their eyes and look around them and see what drugs are really harmful and deadly,instead of trying to make a big deal out of a plant that has never caused a person to do harm to anyone but is good enough to be used for medical purposes. They can't say that about tobacco or alcohol that is legal and very deadly. They can't even be put in the same catagory as Marijanua. Get rid of the people in government who downgrade this plant,(the hypocrites) lets vote them out and then we will have a better place to live and live in peace.

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No, I don't think so.

Though I smoke occasionally, it has let me gain the confidence I need for school and for myself.

I wish I could smoke it in a Vaporizer though, but it's cheap to make a Gravity Bong, all you have to do is get a coke bottle, poke a hold in the bottom (or saw the bottom part off), get a bucket of water, get a cork, get a little funnel, put a little weed on it, let it smoke the bottle up, and whola!

Now that im into weed, I use YouTube to do some independent research on the subject, and it amazes me more than anything I've ever seen.

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If marijuana kills brain cells than I must have more to spare than usual. I too was a pothead during college and yet graduated with a double major and over a 3.5 GPA. One of those majors was a foreign language that I learned to speak more fluently than any non-native speaker I have ever talked with. I then got a job at a bank where all employees were given a drug test (I cheated on it to pass) and strictly prohibited from having any drug metabolite in their system at any time. I also got a perfect score on their math and language aptitude tests while I was applying for the job (and was currently smoking pot). The worst thing that happens to me when I get high is I feel tired, hungry, and paranoid. Oh well. That's nothing compared with feeling dizzy, nauseous, stupid, and overconfident after drinking alcohol (and let's not forget that nasty hangover) Even after a night of heavy pot smoking and going to sleep very high, all I have ever experienced the next day was sleepiness and a hard time concentrating on things. And, these effects diminish to almost zero when I smoke daily. So then, I would say perhaps that marijuana may temporarily ALTER brain cells, but it does not kill them like alcohol (many people are surprised when I tell them that just one standard drink of alcohol quickly and permanently kills 10,000 brain cells) That may seem like nothing considering we have billions of them, but a heavy drinker can actually KILL BILLIONS of brain cells over several decades of drinking (do the math and you will find that I am right). But what do I know? I've only been smoking pot for 4 years now. I tell you what, how about I post another message 36 years from now (I will have been smoking pot for 40 years) and we'll see if I can write an ensightful, coherent argument. Something tells me that many of those hardcore drinkers out there won't even still be alive to tell their tale....

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Odichi: Funny but not so funny,weed destroys life . I have a cousin that lost his sanity due to weed smoking. Started smoking weed back in his secondary school days . Didn't graduate from school, has been a certified mad man for decades and counting. He used to be a jolly cute boy then. Also weed taking husbands physically abuse their wives. Say no to drugs.

Nah lie jor, the¥ fucckk them real good, the¥ are more romantic, and u can get him to do an¥thing base on em highness, ladies like being in control. Na so e be.

mr_man: 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 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 february, 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: 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 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 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 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 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 neighbour 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 quatters.


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 husain 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 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.

ur r really a clown. very funny experience..

This thread is hilarious.

For me to comment even on the sixth page truly show this one gat me... Best topic on NL ever, shared this page wif ma friends annd everybody is laffing... Have added more ppl to the NL family... OP thumbs up! Every saint has a past!

illicit: first of all, contrary to everyones beliv, weed isnt addictive and its way sfer than cigarretes
i take weed on a regular and i dont have any crazy experience but my first time of chewing raw SK, man this shit wasnt dried enough and i ate it at my friends place then i went home, had a shower.....
The following happened
after my bath i was at the sitting room woth my mum and sister watching a funny yoruba movie, suddenly i noticed that when we all laffed, im always d last to stop and am even laffing at not so funny details, my sister is been peeking at me although she suspect notin, then i realised i was too big for the couch am sitting in, am like 6 times my usual size, and am hearing some eerie noises, i knew what it was so i went into my room and looked in the mirror, eh? Have u ever seen ursef? I mean like u lookin at another person, that was what i saw, i saw mysef as anoda person in my room, thats what the mirror showed me...... My eyes were puffy, very red and almost closed, i knew i was in today, to avoid trouble and get medication i have to leave home, cos my folks must not know about it, so i beagan this journey back to my friends place, man it wasnt funny, on the way i kept walking like running, i keep hearing voices telling me to run faster, i noticed people were staring at me and some were stepping out of my way, i feel like the sky is coming down on me and a whirlwind wants to swallow me, a voice tells me to shoutout for help, but i quickly checked that, although it wasnt easy to, i got to my friends place at last, he was outside with my other friends and on seeing me they realised and figured out whats wrong..... I didnt tell them anything, they just took me in immediately, bought a lot of garri and kulikuli, and milk and sugar and very chilled water for me, laid me down turned d fan on, covered me with a big duvet, removed my belt and locked the room..... They come in intervals to check on me and they told me afterwards that i kept repaeating obscene words and kept calling for my mom, that they shd help me call my mom to pray for me that am gone crazy...... I actually tot that was it, i tot i had gone loco but thank goodness am back, and SK is my very good comrade now, i have learnt to master it...... Thanks

I know the kinda sk u smok3d... it made u paranoid... pple werent running away from u but It made u feel dat way, u also became hypersensitive 2 noise.... that brand of weed is called uncle mopol.

devour129: thank you for explaining ! is it the high worth the risk ? i mean side effects ?

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 message me for links to know more about how psychedelics work. Nairaland does not allow me to post links

rasojie: Being a curious guy I have never being a fan of taking weed by ingestion. The effects take time to start but it can last upto 8 hours. The effects are hard to control.
Although I had heard stories on weed like people hearing a voice inside them and I even argued about it yesterday but I don't belive it.
The normal effects are relaxed mind, beautiful
Scenes and a general happy mind.
Then comes the craving for food. And sometimes the desire for sex in fact you will want to do anything to make you happy. The day I tried cooking with poo I made my self miserable. Because the effects took long to start I tot I was normal, so I went to watch football at a viewing centre. But I soon wen d effects started all I wanted to do do was to sleep but I never heard a voice. I prefer rolling a joint and inhaling poo.

Therw are different kinda weed... the brand u smokes is actually called sky walker in the u.s.
Its recommened for cancer patients and sick folks.... u got a good dealer over there...

devour129: Please whats SK ?

Sk means skunk.
Its a rather special kinda weed... can cause migghty illusions and prolonged useagw will send u to the land of permanent high...

drnairalov: aii leme gist you dis one..its actually not weed, but yoruba people call it 'Gegemu'

I went 2 a night party, some guys prganised..d part waz to hold till early morning.. dere wer gals dere with sexy clothes, palmwine waz d main drink dere but dere some bottled drinks, on a normal day 2 bottles of palmwine cant get me intoxicated, i neva knew something has been mixed with the palmwine ..daz d 'Gegemu' ( its a sort of fruit like dat...dey prepare it nd keep d water 4 like 3 dayz..d water is den added 2 d drink) so i drank a whole bottle of the palmwine, just 1 self, i shudnt get intoxicated, soon enough i cudnt feel my legs, i cudnt walk, i waz struglling to walk,,i managed 2 leav d premises cos i ddnt want to stay out late...got out walked a while den i sat down.

dis next actions i made were narrated to me cos i cud only rememba a lil, some 1 a friend saw me nd knew i wasnt in my ryt senses ..claiming i was saying where re dis Zebras coming from while walking..he took me home sha nd i slept off.. d next day I woke up i wasnt better,,..eyes seeing double, went to urinate nd on coming back i left my house nd i went to my neughbours house d laid on their sittn roo chair, NB i dnt talk 2 d neighbours, d mom of d house woke me with shout, saying wat waz i doing dere, i said m sleeping, nd I told her to leave my house, i actually thought the house was 4 me, arguing that she shud leav my house, wen she tried draggn me i slappd her..to cut d long story short, she is police called police on me, her boiz 2 just came in dat morning..omo dey wan slap me bck o..It waz d shoutnz nd all dat brought peeps 2 my rescue..prolly wen day saw my head waz light nd ddnt knw wat waz happnin plus peeps beggn dey freed me.spent 2 dayz in hospital after to cleanse d stuff frm my system..

Moral of the story: specially 4 gals be careful at what u drink in parties expecially if its not sealed. cos d mixture was made 4 gals so dey wud take advantage of dem!!

This guy had the worst experience...you don't want to fuuuck with gegemu/berry.

Actually weed kills you faster inside than you can imagine. It is more dangerous than cigarettes. Have you guys ever wondered that perennial smokers are failures in real time? i mean persistent failures? You know yourself if you are one die hard weeder.

MDMA:

SK, also known as Skunk is a very potent strand of marijuana. A hybrid of cannabis sativa and cannabis indica species.

One of the strongest types of weed out there. It's known to keep people high for over 10 hours. Doesn't have the signature weed smell!

This is the kind of weed that leaves you sitting there giggling for twenty minutes, your legs numb, your mind completely bricked, and your hands so twitchy you keep scratching your crotch or whatever you lay your hands on.

See definition of Sk!!!! I hail ooo bros

no threat has ever been so funny to me on NAIRALAND I dey laf uncontrollably like sey the weed dey affect me...LWKMD...still dey laf

Mixed it wit ma noodles some time ago, ma apetite jst got bigger, nd i dey sleep

I have been using Marijuana 4 or 5 times a day for the past year and a half and have been using the drug in general for the past 3 years. Overall, I would say that cannabis has definitely had an effect on my life, but surprisingly enough to many I would say it was for the better. Because of my marijuana use I am able to unwind easily in stressful situations, I am able to take a new perspective on a multitude of situations in order to come to a suitable solution for my problems, I have become astronomically more social, and I even feel as though I have expanded my intelligence. I have always been a decent student but after the summer that I started smoking in "high doses" I did the best I ever did in school, getting a 4.4 GPA on a 4.0 scale, and I even relaxed about the famed ACT, earning myself a solid 33 out of 36. I am on my way to a university I would like to think is prestigious and am about to major in biochemistry, hopefully attending med school in 4 years to start my path to heart surgeon. Now tell me, has pot ruined my life? I think not. The people I've met, the boatloads of friends that I've made, the experiences I've had, they've all made my life worth living. And just to let everybody know I'm not advertising, just sharing an aspect and part of my life. Read this and do with it whatever you will I have no expectations of any of you. Peace and love to all! Stay up!
Yes. Brain cells are killed with the respiration of carbon gases. Inhaling anything that is the product of burning does this; marijuana is no exception.



I beleive my own experience with the drug provides evidence that there are no long-term adverse effects to brain activity. I've smoked marijuana heavily, many times per day, for many, many years. I began smoking marijuana daily at the age of fifteen. However, I graduated from college suma cum laude with a 3.9 GPA, obtaining two degrees in Finance and Accounting. I finished in the top 3% of my class. I currently have a 4.0 GPA in a masters of professional accounting. I accomplished all of this while using marijuana multiple times per day. I don't know of anyone who has used, or uses the drug more than I. However, I not only have had no trouble, but am quite exceptional in demonstrating cognitive skills such as logic, reasoning, memory, and perceptual aptitude. I scored a 700 on the GMAT, which is higher than 94% of people who take this graduate admissions exam. I admit that the drug causes short-term memory loss, however, this is only applicable while under the influence of the drug. Basically, don't try to study while high. Otherwise, there are absolutely no harmful effects to brain activity.



"The most celebrated study that claims to show brain damage is the rhesus monkey study of Dr. Robert Heath, done in the late 1970s. This study was reviewed by a distinguished panel of scientists sponsored by the Institute of Medicine and the National Academy of Sciences. Their results were published under the title, Marijuana and Health in 1982. Heath's work was sharply criticized for its insufficient sample size (only four monkeys), its failure to control experimental bias, and the misidentification of normal monkey brain structure as "damaged". Actual studies of human populations of marijuana users have shown no evidence of brain damage. For example, two studies from 1977, published in the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) showed no evidence of brain damage in heavy users of marijuana. That same year, the American Medical Association (AMA) officially came out in favor of decriminalizing marijuana. That's not the sort of thing you'd expect if the AMA thought marijuana damaged the brain."

by Paul Hager
Chair, ICLU Drug Task Force

http://www.drugtext.org/sub/marmyt1.html

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I think Thommy is dead wrong. I think its completely psychological... you become what you expect to become. I never bought into any of the crap about it changing you and making you dumb and lazy and awkward because I was never shown substantial proof.

I started using it occassionally as a teen, and into my early 20s I became a heavy smoker. I was a straight A student all through high school, & getting high did not change that. I went to college and got a bachelor's in CompSci...I was high most of the time but never slipped on my work. I was also in a band & working & dating & maintaining a good relationship with my family as well...always able to balance my life, no problems.

I then became a successful software professional at a multi-billion dollar company (obviously can't specify where, but I wish I could--they drug-tested me but I beat it). I'm making great money, I'm a leader, I'm well-respected, well-liked, always positive, personable, hard-working, dependable. Basically I'm the exact opposite of everything you've observed, Thommy. And I'm no different than I would have been if I weren't a stoner.

To those of you who have such negative opinions of smokers, guess what... its easy to find stoners that live up to all your stereotypes, they announce it and speak freely because they can blame their shortcomings on it... but there are also a lot of very NORMAL people doing it right under your nose, but you'd never know it because we're SMART and don't trust most people enough to let them catch on.


I'd have to agree with John Doe's answer completely. The studies purporting to show cannabinoid induced brain damage have long since been discredited as agenda based junk science. As for the strong anti-alcohol comment below stating that one standard drink kills 10,000 brain cells, I cannot agree. Studies have shown that mild alcohol consumption (on the order of 1 to 2 drinks per day depending on sex and body weight) actually improves cognitive functioning as well as long term brain and cardiovascular health. Additionally red wine has been found to contain a powerful polyphenolic antioxidant, resveratol, that has been shown to have highly beneficial neural and cardiovascular effects of its own. Beer, particularly darker beers, have been found to contain a polyphenolic antioxidant compound, known as xanthohumol, as well. Mild to moderate alcohol consumption dilates the blood vessels (I believe this is mediated by the direct effects of acetaldehyde and the indirect effect that alcohol has on tissue adenosine levels) thereby improving circulation and oxygen delivery. It also tends to slightly raise HDL (good cholesterol) levels. Undoubtedly excessive consumption of alcohol (3 or more drinks per day for years) causes long term brain and liver functioning problems. Much of this damage is mediated by the depletion of the essential B vitamin Thiamine from brain tissue that occurs with excessive alcohol consumption, the increase in oxidative stress as a result of alcohol metabolites like acetaldehyde and the upregulation of cytochrome p450 2e1 activity caused by it, and the increased bacterial permeability of the intestines (thus exposing the liver to higher concentrations of gut bacteria and promoting inflammation and scarring) as a result of excessive alcohol consumption. Having said all that, it is utterly false (and was no doubt done for dramatic effect in making the comparison of marijuana to alcohol) to assert that one drink will permanently destroy 10,000 brain cells. What we need in the world is more scientific fact and less dramatic propaganda.

...humm true life story.although mine was skunk.
It happened three weeks ago @ my friends hostel.they called me over and we were busy having fun and not a care In d world.I was asked if I cud MOLL(roll)weed I said yeah,so we all started rolling so I decided to make myself a nice one and mix it with a lot of skunk.I remember my friend telling me is dat sk not too much.I did anoda one just skunk alone and hid it in my pocket.then d smoking begin,we talked,laffed,shouted it was all felling gud,then I took out my hidden skunk and downed it alone feeling good.
Part 2.
I found my self in another planet,I cudnt undestand,hear what my guys were saying,I was feeling hot so I took of my clothe.my heart was racing,am now gettin scared and I don't want to tell my friends what's happening for I will be d joke of d year.
Then d voice,tellin me I haven't played football for while maybe I need to jugg.off I went to get my canvass and going for a nite jogg,my friends asked what's rong I said I want to go for alittle road walk they tried to stop me but I ran onto d main road with just my pants and canvasse and the took after me.after a while I stopped and came back to sense and my friend meet up wid me and started lookin at me suspiciously.we started laffing and pple started lookin at us like mad people cuz we look like mad ppl cuz none of us was puttin on top.we got home and I tried to focus but my mind keep wanderin about.then I decided I was mad so I tried to recite A B C to know if am In controll of my mind,I cudnt recite it until the third try.I started askin questions like y and how do bird fly.I started seein my mom asking me is dis what I sent u to do in school etc.I saw God and jesus,I saw d angels they were all looking dissapointed at me(one even said c ur life)when I cudnt take it anymore I went to google and tried to type(do marijuana make ppl mad)after several attemps I manage to read some stuff and I cud see was reefer madness so I was in the state of madness all while.
I woke up feeling,hungry,and my mouht has never been that dry.and I vow never to touch anytin that look like sk again cuz I was this close to madness

Na d same herb wen I dey take and feel alright men take dey act sci-fi. Hmm I wonder ooo... It is a perfect way to relax.... Pls eat with little quantity pls..... It is Jah creation....use it wisely

Vic-jay:
I have long suspected that u take poo. Was convinced d last tym i saw u. Careful dude. more harm than good.

heard you bro. All abt choice tho

Why are people still smoking weed despite the craziness? Why?

This is bondage. The devil is badly bad and wickedly wicked. What can make a man to continue to do something that will drive him crazy? What?
James 1:14 " But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his OWN LUST, (evil thought and desire) and ENTICED(by friends through the devil). The Bible says, to the sinners, is giveth much travail.
You are smoking weed or drinking or eating weed, and you know that it is driving you crazy, yet you continue to smoke the "evil spirit", what a terrible life!
I pity them.
They need to cry to Jesus for help, or else, they are living dead.

God2man.

if e no good for brain, quit!!!!!!!!! but seriously, weed is not jst good for everybody. sooner or later, the effects will become visible. have a brother who still goes to the psychiatric hospital for treatment as a result of that "stimulant". talking about 7 years now. 1 of my friends confessed that he drank the notorious monkey tail only to go home and started singing kukukuku. kuuu, mumukukuu with the pigeons, and howling like an owl throughout the night. the things are better controlled by moderation. thats why doctors say, takt 2 tabs 3x a day, not for the dope, but for headaches and other maladies.