There is a certain bond that forms between people who do illegal things together. Like smoking cannabis. Cannabis sativa. What’s that, you asked? Marijuana. Herb. Ganja. Pot. Bhang. If you are from Kilimani and its environs, you probably know it as Mary Jane. And you inhale it using a vaporiser. But if you are from Juja, you definitely know it as kishada. Or kitire. Or kivela. And you smoke it as it is. What vaporiser? The natural green plant.
This bond is unexplainable. People who have just met become close buddies after a smoke session. Their energies synchronise and they open up to each other. They laugh at each other’s lame jokes and listen to each other’s senseless stories without any comprehension. Their thoughts align and they agree on almost everything. They play some music and the lyrics speak directly to their souls. Later, they binge a funny movie and keep rewinding the hilarious parts, every thirty seconds. When the munchies kick in, the spices in the food caresses their tongues. It’s a heavenly feeling.
The sad thing about it is that it’s temporary. After a moment, your brain cells adjust to reality. You need to go to work, or to school. You need to start that business, or that blog. You need to call your folks, or text them. You need to socialise and meet new people. You need to read and learn new things. You need to face your fears and figure your life out. You need to raise your son to be a better man than yourself. Does the herb make it easier for you to do these things? Do you do them more efficiently? Do you even do them at all? Only you have the answer to these questions. Not just the stereotypical answers you get from the fella who introduced you to it. Genuine answers, personalised to yourself. Once you have these answers, you know what to do with that small joint you had preserved for today. Happy 420!
How do I know all this? Books, pal. I read a lot of them. And no, you cannot borrow them. Buy some of your own with that weed money.
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