How I Quit smoking weed

Why I quit smoking weed

The last time I smoked weed was October 2019

So my boss asked me to accompany the company's driver and deliver our goods worth millions with an escort

We were travelling from Port Harcourt to Lagos.

We then used one of our buses and filled it up with the materials and goods.

We were three in front.

The driver, me in the middle and the escort.

Then we got to Ore and stopped for a break.

I went to one corner and brought out my stash.

I settled down, wrapped my thing and after some seconds I just dey smoke my weed jejely dey whistle I'm not afraid by Eminem.

I had just taken only three drags when suddenly someone touched me from the back and I jumped up.

"Stop there, don't move or I shoot!"

I turned in shock and almost shit my pants.

It was our escort and he was laughing as he took a seat beside where I was just sitting.

"I think say you be hard man." He said

I eyed him suspiciously and my mind calm down.

"This play no funny abeg." I sighed.

"So you carry this kind enjoyment na im you quiet since inside bus like Angel Michael." He smiled as he dropped the bottle of ogogoro(dry gin)

"Baba you almost give me heart attack back there." I said. "You want?" I asked extending my stash to him.

"No, I no want. I come here come gist with you." He replied sarcastically as he collected and started puffing away.

"You no dey duty?" I asked jokingly.

"Your father." he replied, dragging like an expert.

He didn't return my stash, he finished it and washed his mouth with the ogogoro.

He remained the bottom part of the ogogoro mixture for me and stood up.

Selfish bastard. I muttered as I finished the ogogoro he brought and stood up to join our driver.

Big mistake.

Few minutes after we entered the bus and it moved, I knew something was off.

He put the handcuffs on his ears, you know the way kids wear their mum or sister's big round earrings ontop of the ear when they are playing mummy.

"Ol boy, how you see my earrings naw...you like am" he asked smiling and checking himself out with the rearview mirror.

The driver turned and looked at me and I looked at him too, then he faced front and continued driving.

"Guys, na designer earrings be this o...all the way from Beijing." He said smiling.

"Chairman na your handcuffs be that o, e no make sense for your ear." I replied.

I know I was high but I was not too high like that.

My eyes began to clear small small when he gave me his rifle to hold for him.

"Abeg hold this toy, e heavy for my leg." He dropped the gun in my lap, I almost fainted.

"Jesus, Bros abeg carry your gun biko" I pleaded.

"Wetin dey go on for here?" The driver asked, beginning to worry.

I didn't wanna say anything so I wouldn't implicate myself because the driver is popular for being a loud mouth in the office. One word and next thing, everyone will know I smoke ganga.

Next thing the escort removed his police cap and put it on my head, the he saluted me.

"Sarge, shun sir your boy is loyal!"
He said smiling and laughing at the same time.

By now we were approaching check point and so imemdiately I put his cap back on and dropped the gun on his lap.

He laughed so hard tears dropped from his eyes, as if I just did the funniest thing ever.

"See how I resemble Jack Bauer with this cap you just dash me." He said

We were very close to the check point now.

"No o, I no dash you anything. It's your cap. You gave me first so I'm returning it. I was explaining just in case, mixing pidgin and English so e go land well for im ear.

"Chimobi" the driver said. "Is he alright?"

"No be me and you dey here so, why you dey ask me." I got defensive.

Luckily for us the first check point didn't stop us, the moment they saw him, they waved us through and saluted him. He saluted back cheerfully, and our driver sped past.

"This toy dey heavy for leg o, I go discharge am o." he said lifting his gun again and dropping it on my leg.

I had to call him sir by force as all the highness had disappeared by now, replaced with panic.

"Sir bikonu, carry this thing, it's a gun not a toy." I was sweating as I handed it over.

"Na lie na toy, oya wait make I test am make we see." He said

Test wetin!!!

I and the driver shouted at the same time.

"For inside where!" The driver continued.
"Abi you don dey craze, wetin you drink sef?"

"Na weed o, no be drink." I began confessing just in case. He smoke weed for Ore.

I started thinking of my girlfriends and Arinze, my neighbor. He was owing me 20k and I was just thinking how he would never pay me if I died today.

Also, my latest girlfriend, the new one I just started loving, we never even do yet and she promised we will do as soon as I come back. God forbid, I will not miss that do...I must do before I die, no I won't die.

Next thing the escort put the gun outside the window, in broad day light and the bus besides ours screeched and braked so hard, everyone in the bus should, Jesus!!!!

I grabbed the gun from his hand and we began struggling.

"Make I test am." He would say.

"You no go test am." I would respond.

"Make I test am." He would say

"You no go test am." I would reply again.

"Abeg oooo!!!"

"Help oooo!!!"

"Hold am oool!!!"

The driver was shouting and sweating profusely.

Now we were fast approaching another check point.

I gave my life to Christ instantly and started blasting in tongues.

Our driver braked hard to avoid hitting one car in front and the gun flew up out of our hands and dropped on my leg.

I repented again and this time I said the words out loud just Incase God didn't hear the first one I said in my mind.

"Amen!" The driver ended with me, apparently he was praying along with me.

Well God at least the day I gave my life to you I still won one soul that same day, it must count for something.

"You this guy, you funny o." The escort said. Small time now, you go tell me say the grenade wey dey my pocket na real too."

"Gre wetin!!!" I shouted

"Bomb dey your pocket!!!!" The driver shouted and squeezed my hand tight.

"Yes, but na toy too. Then he reached for his pockets. "Wait make we test am too."

Just then we reached the check point, the driver opened the door and jumped out without even stopping and immediately all the police men on duty cocked their guns and aimed it at us.

"Jesusssssssss" I shouted.

"Quiet!" Jesus screamed and was shaking me violently.

"Wake up there. Only three drags wey you take you dey shout Jesus for dream like woman. Me wey finish the jumbo I still stand gidiba. No shaking." The officer said as he woke me up.

The driver was laughing so hard at me.

"So Chimobi, you dey take weed?" He asked smiling and looking at me.

"Guy face front and focus for road joor." I sighed and put on my dark shades.

"No mind am, and he been dey form hard man when I collect the weed before." The escort said smiling.

It was all a dream.

My weedemption

Say no to hard drugs.

The end


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