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

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BlackBerry has officially announced that its 10.2 OS update will bring support for Android 4.2.2 Jelly Bean apps. This means that the current BlackBerry 10 devices will all be able to run apps compatible with Android Jelly Bean.

The first BlackBerry device to bring support for Android apps was the PlayBook tablet, which could run apps developed for Android 2.3.3. These apps have to be specially packaged for the Canadian manufacturer’s platform, but its a lot easier for developers to repackage their apps rather than develop one from the ground up, since that takes a lot of time and resources.

BlackBerry has released new versions of the SDK and Eclipse plugin, as well as 10.2 beta firmware version for developers to test their apps on. It was initially believed that support for Ice Cream Sandwich apps will be added in the next major OS update, some even though that BlackBerry would even totally phase out support for Android apps. Instead they’ve upped it to Jelly Bean. BlackBerry 10.2 OS Alpha was recently leaked, it is expected that the public release of this update is going to take place in the near future.

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*hisses on thread and continues sipping alomo + black label & 2 packs of Target cigarettes and waiting for mama oyoyo to finish my catfish pepper soup while playing ludo.

On to the next one

I am a 27 year old guy who has had hardly any success in relationships, up to the extent that I have considered ending my life to end this agony and loneliness.

Throughout university, I wasted my time being lazy, spending time on the computer, playing video games, and making very few friends, nearly all male. The only girls I knew were either my friends’ girlfriends or temporary people I knew for the duration of a class we shared or something.

I tried in those years, to find a girlfriend, but I was mostly wasting time. My life was a constant mess and I was always procrastinating on finding a girlfriend but even when I have made active efforts over my university years, I have met with little success.

After graduation, I was without a job for two years. All this time I had a couple of temp jobs, I didn’t really actively seek jobs because I was too lazy, and I mostly played video games. My friends who graduated with me all got jobs.

Eventually I got a job too, and I, without much effort, quickly moved up from a temp to a very high management position with an excellent salary in a matter of a few months. I am the exact opposite of what I was in school. I am very popular, I have excellent communication skills, and I have an great rapport with almost everyone in my company. I have a lot of male as well as female friends at the office, mostly female. I have been nominated almost every month this year for employee of the month and won twice in my 200 people large firm.

My friends, and people who know me all agree that I am probably the smartest and the funniest person they have ever met, to the extent that they believe I can do standup with a little effort. They also say that I am pretty good looking. Now I know how it sounds - tooting my own horn - but this is a throwaway, and there is no reason for me to lie, especially when I have more to be ashamed about than to be proud about.

I have spent most of my life in poverty. In school, I hardly ever had any money, so I used to blame, amongst other factors, my lack of money as the reason. I have also blamed different things, like my weight (I fluctuate between overweight and normal) or my accent (no longer an issue).

Now I don't have any excuse. Money is no longer an issue, neither is anything else. And the truth is, I still suck. I have many female friends, all at my workplace, but we don’t hang out much after hours, so I am not sure if they can even be considered friends.

I suck at approaching women, and have never been successful. I tried bars, nightclubs, but no luck. Of course, being intimidated by the mere sight of them (except at work) doesn’t help. What I hate is why it is I who has to make the first move. I have even began to secretly hate women and society.

I have tried the internet, but it is just a lost cause. Craigslist, free as well as premium dating sites all suck, simply due to the overwhelming number of males compared to females. Just create a profile/ad with an average female picture and try it out. You will be bombarded with messages for weeks to come.

My loneliness has reached levels where I have even considered going “gay”. I tried to get myself to watch gay porn to “adjust” myself into turning gay or bisexual, but could not go any further than that.

I have been in two relationships in the past, one with a girl in university for some time but then it turned into a long distance relationship for the next several years, for which it was mostly on and off and we probably met for like five times because we were in different countries. We tried to have sex once but I didnt know what to do so it ended with a BJ. Other than that I have had a one night stand (years apart from the earlier encounter) where again, I didnt know what I was doing so it was ridiculously embarrassing. Since then, I have done it with a hooker but I am sure when the time comes, I have no idea what to do.

The other relationships I have had was about six months ago with an old friend I knew, also over long distance, and that lasted a month. We “hooked up” and “broke up” entirely over Facetime and Skype.

Even at someone mentioning about their girlfriend or boyfriend makes me depressed. Going on facebook is out of the question, it makes me depressed for the next several hours to see happy people living happy lives.

Whenever I face rejection, I get extremely depressed for the next couple of days. And that is rejection from asking someone for coffee or a movie.

At this point, I have simply given up. I am not a freak or a wierdo (altho that trying to be gay thing looks funny, its pretty sad when I think about it). If I am, that was not what I wanted to be. I hate social norms because that forces me to face rejection again and again, and women of all shapes and sizes, of all varieties of ugliness and beauty and all personalities have rejected me.

People who know me never know anything about what I have said here. My outer self is completely different from what I am inside, and I dont think they would ever believe these things about me, especially since I am now socially outspoken and popular.

I am a loser and I just want to end my life and this farce that I am living in. But I am not strong enough to end my own life so I have to be forced to live with it. If there was a button that I could press or a plug I could pull to end my life in a flash I would just do it.

TL;DR: SAP in university, only one real relationship, now socially pretty good but still cannot get a date so blames women, society, etc, feels like a loser and thoughts of suicide.

-Anonymous

ogb5:

We have enough women to marry in Nigeria, we don't want homo among us, if they like let them hack all Nigerian website, we are not buying stupid Western culture on this one.

When plenty women dey, why man go dey eye another man?

Enjoy all the women.

Dem say dem no want.

Wetin concern you about that?

If a married couple decides not to have (more) children (if any) wetin concern una?

Why una dey behave like baboons for National Geographic self?

SMH, Na wa!

What happened to farook lawan?

Well. If this shit was Nigerian, tribalist go don flood everywhere.

Stupid hypocrites.

NL is a total joke!

Sad

Culled from Redditt.com

...That's a sucky, uphill battle. I feel for you. I don't have many kinks at the moment, but finding a partner that I will be sexually compatible with also scares the absolute fucking shit out of me because of my size. I'm less than average both in the length and slightly in the width department, and my first and currently only girlfriend of four years told me that she couldn't feel me inside of her when I attempted vaginal penetration. And, yeah, we broke up for several reasons, but deep down I know that this was one of them, and it's become somewhat of an emotional obsession and source of self-loathing that I battle against when even thinking of pursuing a romantic or sexual lifestyle since my last one.
For you it's your fetishes, for me it's my sexual failures of the past, and for someone else it might be their OCD or something else. You are who you are, and while it is really fucking hard to accept who we are and that we are worth nothing less than happiness that only we can seek out, it is still true.
Good luck to you.

SMH @ people praising the nigerian medical industry.

Where UCH go tell u dem go cut accidental victim legs, and over there in UK you'll walk again within 4 monts.

OK

achovirux: Human beans are vely gleedy...kno dis not d ist thyme

Corrected~Human beings are very greedy. I know this is not his first time.

On another note, ACHOVIRUS you are an ANUMANU.

No.Vacancy

YoU PEOPLE SHOuld STOP embarassing ENGlish.

Na britons spoil una life ni?

Um wait, so na 14 years things for these beggers abi?

I weep for the hypocrisy of Naija*.

I am not shocked.

Only babies will be suprised.

Y'all shocked peeps should grab a book and stop shouting 'Jesus' all the time.

Peace out.

UGH

Brimmie: [size=20]We need a professional striker! Keshi should bring back Osaze![/size]

Shut up your mouth!

This thread is tingling with homo-eroticism.

#Vaseline
#despoil from behind
#Cream

Una don start tonight abi?

Ashawos no go even sell tonight self.

Come see how dem dey complain for Super B Beer Palour.

Typical Nigerians. Dem don turn am to Racism.

SMH!!!

One last question please. Is AFAM4EVA a man or a WOMAN. Dude(or Doe) has been mixing up gender identities fort a while here.

Or is (s)he a trans?

supaeagles: First of all

Go down low.

mencade5: Every saturday is always a blessing for me. Going to different weddings with my black polythene bag to gather food and meet wey i go chop for the following weeks.

Yoùr life don spoil finisH. Just read the trash you wrote up.

Afam4eva: Food Food Food

I don't think i've attended more than 10 weddings in my life but when i go, i go because of food. I'm not there to celebrate with anyone. I can celebrate from home. I'm not a lady who goes there to see the bride's wedding gown or the dace steps. Those things are irrelevant to me. That's why i like Yoruba weddings. Even before the party starts, you eat, clean mouth and go home. But in Igbo wedding, you will be waiting for item 7. God punish item 7. Give me my food and let me leave biko

IS AFAM A woMAN?

Chai!