My experience with weed yesterday.

I had a life experience yesterday, I so thought I'd die. I am writing this to narrate the absurd ordeal I encountered yesterday evening, and throughout last night.

Okay. I ate a food that had weed in it, and a lot happened. I was actually at a female friend's house when I called my guy and asked him if he cooked, that my friend; our mutual friend, was coming with me to his house.

He said he prepared rice and beans but ended with a disclaimer that he added ‘Igbo’ (Marijuana).
Myself and other two ladies went ahead to his house. On reaching, he dished the food into a plate, I declined eating at first because I was a bit heavy, but as time went on, I began to eat.

I honestly thought that marijuana in food wasn't as intoxicating as when smoked. The first time I had a taste of weed, it was in dog meat pepper soup, with my secondary school friends many years ago and I wasn't so affected. I thought same for this food.

Folks, after gulping down some spoons of the ‘weedked” rice and beans. I was done and we were gisting. We talked about a lot; especially mimicking some lecturers and school memories, as we laughed hard. Everything was funny. I became very clownish, I joked and joked, and everyone would keep laughing. At some point, I'd start laughing without a cause; uncontrollably. And that was how I ran outside laughing, and staggered. I felt my mind clogged and it dawned on me that I was under the influence of something.

When I ran outside, my friends thought I was normal but I began to say:

“Jesus, something's wrong with me, I'm under the influence of something. What's wrong with me.”

I held my head and scratched my hair like I wanted to rip off my brain. Folks, that was how my friends held me back and asked me to calm down that I'll be fine. They held me, took me into the house.

I kept on asking what was wrong with me. Yowling and frightening that I was messed up.

For sometime I felt like I was mad. I kept visualising how I remained in that state and my dad came and took me to a psychiatric hospital; how I couldn't achieve my dreams again because of insanity. I even thought I would die.

All of a sudden, I asked to lie on the body of one of those ladies who's closer to me than the other. Asked her to hold me and reassure to me that I'll be fine. And for real, her presence made me feel so secure and hopeful. I held her tight on the bed as I laid down. I kept telling her I loved her and just by having her around in that state shows me how much she's good. I remember I said this: “Friendship is giving someone your laps to lie on when you could be lying on a sweet matress yourself..”

I asked my friend to run quickly and get anything that will make me feel better. He kept saying that in the next fifteen minutes I'll be fine. The bought cold coke, gave me to drink. I could barely open my eyes, I couldn't walk but I was talking. After sometime again, they gave me Garri to drink. They said they sent someone to get coconut for me. That it'd help me get better..

Now here's the Crux of this experience..
Somehow I knew when I was lied to. I was so sensitive that I had could hear the faintest whisper. I'd authoritatively ask what was said, and when nobody answered, I'd repeat exactly.
I could see the gestures on their faces and when they communicated with sign language even with my eyes closed.

Then, I began to lecture them on life. According to them, everything I said made deep sense. I even told them to take seriously the things I'll say while under the influence of that thing because they'd hardly hear me say them again.
I talked about personal timing, wisdom in friendship, conservativeness, and even I could remember the most insignificant thing we were taught in class last week. I taught them a lot.

Folks, I knew I was not myself but I somehow was conscious. I'd finding myself just talking before I'd realise what I was saying. It was scared and amazed. This stuff started around 5:30 pm in the evening and lasted till 10. I mean, I was just talking. They tried everything to stop me, but I couldn't help. My mouth was even hurting but I couldn't stop talking.

I remember that I began to talk about all of them.
Told the closest; the one who I laid on her laps that she'd marry a very good man. Such that sometimes she'd good teary eyed just because of how kind and good her hubby will be. She asked when she'd meet him. I told her I never knew but that he'd come soon, and most importantly he'd come when she was tired of waiting.

As I spoke to her, the overheard the voice of the other girl, asking me to talk about her. I told her I couldn't say anything about her. After sometime, I told her that it seems her father is a pastor. She confirmed it to be true. That he pastors in RCCG. I asked her to be careful not to get divorced in marriage. Asked her again if someone in her family is divorced, and she confirmed it to be true.

I told my guy that he'd be super wealthy. That his purpose in life is building people financially. That he'd most certainly will be rich even while in school but he should endeavour to help people.

I suddenly began calling myself a witch; white witch. That I carry a presence that is so powerful. That in fact, the environment we were in was so dangerous and I sensed some cult boys were around, but that no matter what happens, they won't get into the house because I was there. That I carry safety wherever I go. That's why I'm not afraid of death. I told them I had super powers.

I talked about my background. At some point after saying something, I exclaimed if I haven't leaked a secret. They'd tell me that I haven't..
I was so open and sincere so much that I was afraid if I'd say secrets that shouldn't be known by anyone else.

This sounds like a movie; funny but real life.
While I was in those episodes, I actually told my female friend, the one I just wanted to be with, that what just happened to me was a movie idea; the whole movie will be the words and imaginations of a man who's high on weed. The end will be when I'll be fine.

Gosh!

A lot came to my mind. I told stories.
Another thing I observed was that I spoke very good English. My fluency and articulation and even voice mannerisms was so professional and topnotch. I could feel a highly ingenious Buchi. I knew I wasn't myself but I wasn't entirely not aware of the things I said. I just found myself talking.

I even instructed them to write down certain things I said. I'd get angry when someone lied to me when I asked a question. I just sensed deception.

Every time I wanted urinating. I'd call my guy and say: “Come help me let's do the man's thing...”
I'd pee so incoherently in his toilet. I could barely stand. After peeing, I'll call the lady: “Anita, come and touch me. I trust you. I don't trust him..”

She'd come hold me and take me back to the bed as I laid on her legs. At some point I began praying for her, that for her letting me lie on her legs that she'd never lose those legs even in an accident.

I even told her about her past. That she's scared of commitment because she gave it but was heartbroken..

Folks. This whole episode lasted from 5:30pm till around 10pm. That was when I could walk but I was still a bit under it's influence. They had to take me to my house and my preferred female friend stayed with me. That was when she began to tell me what I was saying; I remembered but was surprised how I said it. I took my bath and drank Garri.

When I laid on the bed, I'd feel uneasy she scared unless I held her hand. I consistently asked her to hold me as she slept. Even she flipped her hand, I'd get back and hold her. It brought me closer to being fine.

This is an experience that I do not know how to classify it. It's not about eating Igbo but the things I said while I was under it's influence. Gosh. They were deep!
I sounded like a sage at sometime.
I was scared of my own abilities. I felt like I was too small for what I carry in me.

I never knew this would happen. Everyone wasn't happy. The quantity he put was much; really much. I thought it was a tad content. It got me to planes of consciousness that I never have really reached independently.

Did I tell you too that I even talked about psychology?
While under it's jinx, I told them that I've been practicing psychology and what happened to me is actually my subconscious mind talking..

I am happy I'm getting better right now. Just a little dizzy but I can't sleep. I feel so alert. But at least I can walk around now and help myself, and consciously engage my mind. Before now, I felt myself going in and out of my mind. I couldn't really hold onto one thing. It kept wavering

Folks, this is my experience. One I never wanted but this is making me scared.

Were I just high or is weed now a door to spiritism? How did I know when someone lied?
How did I know these things about my friends that they confirmed to be true?
And truthfully before now I never knew.

Finally, I can never go close to anything that has a drop of weed in it. This experience was funny and scary but it's never happening again.

I know it's a long read but mehn, I had to share.

This post is unedited. I lacked the patience to edit.

I wonder why anyone takes weed to get high,
It messes your breath up,
Messes your head up
And messes your lungs up.

When I want to get high, I just look for my favourite porn genre and watch. The highness attained at the point of orgasm is unrivalled and can never be gotten from any hard drug.

This is deap......I had dis notion that anytime I smoke weed I will run mad...that's why I will never go near It...u should thank God it affected u in a positive way and not the other way round..it means u are possess with some kind of spirit, the weed pushed it out I guess...

I can relate...I have had similar experience with weed before and all of my senses were heightened...I clearly understood life at that particular time but the down side is I never own my mind...weed works differently for everyone I must tell you but what I gather is that it amplifies you....I am too scared to have such experience again coz I keep wondering what if I get trapped in such state and never gained total control of myself