“The money and the fame now coming quicker... lord save me
from Karishika …”
Karishika by Falz and Phyno. A well-liked song that appealed
to the public was erupting from a pair of modern speakers in the VIP lounge of
a four star hotel on a Sunday night.
Ade; a young man in his early
twenties, dark in complexion with a chiseled face, slim, six-foot tall and a
thick voice that made him sound older than he looked. He’s in the middle of a drinking
session with two of his friends and Tiffany a girl he met tonight. The four
have been drinking Vodka and Hennessy for over two hours.
David and Kola tagged along with Ade.
These three were here to celebrate the conclusion of their first legit business
deal. The commission was substantial and they had deducted a significant
portion for balling and fun.
Ade muttered several curses under his breath. "Can we
just finish this?"
"Oh yes," Tiffany purred as she moved closer to
him again. "I'm going to finish my drink, all right."
He looked at her cautiously, nervousness in his eyes. Smart
man.
She climbed onto the table gently pushing the drinks, cups
and bucket out of her way and straddled his thighs.
It was going to kill her to take this nice and slow, but she
was determined to have him begging before the night was up.
"What the hell are you doing, Tiffany?" Ade
addresses the sexy lady in front of him.
Her palms met his abdomen and glided upward over his chest
as she leaned over him.
She stared straight at him unflinchingly.
"You have two choices. You can shut up and not say a
damn word until I'm done or we can move this thing of ours to somewhere private.
In either case, I'm going to have my way."
He cocked one eyebrow as he stared up at her. "Bossy
damn woman today. What's got into you?"
"Well, certainly not you," she grumbled.
He started to say
something else, but she put her hand over his mouth and dragged him up. They get up and
disappear within seconds making their way to the restroom where she shuts the
door behind her one night stand…..
David and Kola are debating on what
their friend is up to. “Its 12:44am already, these two love birds have been in
there for quite some time.” David exclaimed pointing at his Rolex.
“What do you expect? A night like
this has got to be perfect.”
“Wait; hold on, here she comes.”
Tiffany casually walks toward the
table “Excuse me guys. I’m about to leave but I have to admit hanging out with
you guys was a hell of fun” She gulps the Vodka left in her cup.
“It’s a pleasure. Do you live around
here?” Kola asked
“No, I stay on the island. Lekki
phase 1; to be precise. Let me give you my number. You can give me a call
whenever you guys are less busy and having fun.” She gently strokes David’s
shoulders and takes his phone from his hands.
“Alright, we’ll catch you later. By
the way, where’s Ade?”
“Oh! He’s in the rest room. He’ll
soon be out. Have a good night and tell Ade to call me.” Tiffany hugs each of
the guys before exiting the building.
Meanwhile Ade does a double check
on the rest room doors, then he un-wraps a piece of neatly folded brown paper
to reveal a thin layer of an amber substance that looks like peanut brittle
without the peanuts. This is butane hash oil (BHO), a highly concentrated
version of marijuana. Using a thin titanium pick, he scrapes off a tiny piece
of the tacky stuff and reaches for a dabbing rig. It looks like a small glass
bong with an oversize titanium nail in place of a nail.
Ade flicks on the electric nail, a
heating element that gets hot within seconds. Using the pick, he drops the dab
of BHO onto the nail, where it instantly vaporizes. He sucks the resulting
smoke through the pipe. The strongest pot smoked by habitual junkies might have
a concentration of 15 or 20 percent tetrahydrocannabinol, or THC, the psychoactive
ingredient found in marijuana. But that dab just gave Ade a hit of 70 to 80
percent THC.
It starts with an increase in the
pulsation of his heart, followed by a spike in his blood pressure. Ade’ legs
start to tickle, his sweat glands begin to secret a salty fluid which protrudes
from his face and slithers down his neck. For about six second his vision gets
blurry and he becomes unaware of his environment. 20 seconds after THC was already binding to the receptors in his
cerebellum and basal ganglia, parts of the brain that regulates balance,
posture, coordination and reaction time. The world began to spin. But this
wasn’t a night to get faded and wasted, besides he still had stuff he needed to
do before tomorrow. He smokes his pot, rinses his faces, washes his hands and
gets out of the restroom.
#Bless
Author: Okpala Obinna.
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