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Not Everybody who takes weed/cannabis actually react to it in a good way, some might be otherwise

I feel inspired by myself and I concluded that I can touch a lot of lives out there with this peice, should I say advice them against dealing with drugs like cannabis (weed, skunk or any kind of anxiety-influencing substance)

On the 8th of February, 2017 which will always leave a scar in my memory.
It was my birthday, then I hang around with this my_ _friend that actually gave me weed/cannabis to digest (chew and swallow) all because I wanted to feel the anxiety in taking weed.

It was a night time on campus when we student/people are usually studying.
Then this my guy called me. "Hammad how far na, shey u go chop weed". I told him yes that I was used to chewing it. That it was a normal habit for me whereas I accidentally ate this weed I'm talking about once.

Then, I bought a milk juice drink (Nutri C) and he started pouring the supposed weed inside the milk juice I purchased. This time it never came to my mind that I should confirm if it is weed or not. My guy was pouring different dimension of grounded grass which is popularly called "SK" (Skunk).
(I was thinking its the normal weed)

My brother. If you have taken Skunk whether digested or smoked and you don't feel good in your skin, please see a doctor as soon as possible.
Something might have being wrong which you don't take note.

I wasn't aware this disease was inside of me when it started. It was after two year I notice something was wrong and Called the attention of people close to me before my Dad finally knew I took cannabis. I know I had put my self in a bigger trouble. The thought of "Hammad, why'd you do it" was just running through my mind helter skelter.

To cut the long story short. That night was the revolution of how my brain and body get tremors every now and then.
The chemicals in the skunk (SK) had rewired my brain to the extent that my brain feels pepperish all the time.

I never knew this drug I took has started to hallucinate me and making me being delusive. I have developed distorted thinking, I vomit and have tremors at the same time. I hear voices which are not mine in my head. My bones cracked to the extent it started making loud noises. I could not give the image of myself properly in my head. I withdrew from social activities. You can just check online and browse the symptoms of schizophrenia. The disease is what I have being battling with since 8th of February 2017.

The most interesting part of this (it may not be funny to you but remembering it was a very hilarious scene to me and as well a sad one)

The night I took this substance. I started running from my hostel (Lagos male) to the university's (Unilorin) CBT centre. If you check the Lagos male hostel, you will see it is adjacent to the CBT in terms of trekking. I can't say of a drive through. I started looking water_ because my entire system was burning like fire. I flipped and threw empty buckets away along the walkway. Nobody noticed me, it was_ already midnight. Then I got CBT centre and realized there is no where to go again except I entered the big, thick bush lying in front of me and you do know what that means (I'm running insane)
But I have always being thanking God that this substance I took did not result to death. What Could I have tell God (I know I stll own an apology to God and my parents). And will my parents be happy with me if things had turned out that way. My mom warned me not to take drugs and my dad told me he had a dream; he advised against bad friends. The former advice was a late one due to the fact that I had taken the substance at the time she was giving the advice, and the latter's dream is the one that always seem to bear some truth in them as he narrates them to me

I was rescued by some folks who were studying there books 'jejely' and having a group discussion at the back of a hall at the extreme end of CBT centre (inside unilorin). But before I was rescued by these able Samaritans. They watched me display a lil bit of my madness. I was going to run mad. But thank God they had water. I can remember vividly that one of them was shouting. "E fun lomi" which means give him water in Yoruba language; I lost consciousness that night. Then the madness and the hotness subdued and they walked me back to my hostel.

I forgot to tell you earlier that schizophrenia is life-long disease, it is treated with prescribed medicine but cannot be cured.

This is my life story being a schizophrenic patient. I can fully recover by treatment but cannot be cured from it ; only if the disease is developed by genetics or environmental factors, that is when you cannot fully recover, it is a lifelong disease.

This disease has made me drop out of school as a 500Level Law student (university of Ilorin) as as result of the symptom I'm developing, I have decided to start elsewhere(I cannot even differ admission because the pain from I've been going through then made come out with poor results from my academics) as a Direct Entry Candidate.
(08084022974 is my whatsapp and call number in case you wanna know where I have chosen to start again)
Don't be scared bro/miss, the disease cannot be contracted (it is not transmittable)

I have skills in Virtual Dj._
I am a poet. I write and I love drawing still-life._
I am an aspiring Law student._

Please say a prayer for me as you read this piece. Thank you and God bless.
I pray we all meet at the top. By God's grace.

#SayNotodrugs
#saynotodrugs
#valueyourownlife
#staywokefromdrugs.

I am Hammad. You can call me Lord Hammad.

_Lord Hammad © 2020_

GOD created herbs for man...weed is good.just know urself.