I was in class 7 nikapewa msokoto mzima Na Jamaa moja by the name Moses. The guy came from Ug he told me nikimaliza hio moja I will be the youngest smoker Kwa mtaa.
It was around eight p. M. Nikavuta half way n I told him that was enough since I was feeling roundnround. Nikatoka kwenda home, power lines had been installed a week before. Wacha nione power lines zikikimbizana nikapiga Nduru. I had some arifs walikua wanangojea gari ya majani chai ndo wauze. They came to Wea I was Na kunifunga Mdomo. I suppose they knew what I had been given.
So they offered kunizindi, wacha nione a pothole nikashow arifs mi narudi hio crater haziwezi pitika. Anyways nilifika hm I tiptoed to the kitchen bahati Zilikua Zilikua za nje. N everyone was at 'nyumba nene' those of us who were brought up in rural. Took maziwa 2jags as instructed by arifs. Went Kwa cube and tried to sleep wapi Kichwa ni Moto! Nikaendea maji baridi Na kuoga. Tried to sleep in vain the way I was feeling Aki roho inapiga Kama drum za ngorino.
After soul searching I decided to pray and promise God that if I wake up kesho and find that sitakua Na okota papers I will never smoke weed again.