Engaging the drug
Engaging the drug is one big mistake to be a drug addict. long struggle with drug addiction started naively in my high school when I had the first taste of alcohol.
trying to impress my friends with how well I could handle alcohol at such tender age.
in a party and drinks of all kinds were in plenty.
It was fun, and within minutes I went for my own bottle.
At the end of the party, I had already emptied three bottles of alcohol.
My friends eventually introduced me to amphetamines at almost the same period in school. linking the stuff and every other minutes we went for a break, we would rush to a secluded building just within the school compound to sniff the stuff. No on could detect us because we were very discrete.
aware that drugs wee prohibited in school and anymore caught would be expelled.
I was so carried away y the peer group that I did not realize my class-performance was dropping. One day I was summoned by the class-teacher to explain the drastic change in my performance. The teacher threatened to call my parents to discuss the matter but I promised him that everything was going to be okay.
The drugs were starting to make effect on me because I started loosing sleep and appetite.-skip launch without feeling hunger. lie in my bed for hours without sleep
Amphetamine is an expensive drug and was rarely available and soon my pocket money was almost finished.
wrote a letter to my dad explaining that we had an educational tour-send the money.
When school closed for holidays-Luckily my mother was to fly out of the country for quite sometimes. He hardly stayed at home.-left with my only younger sister who to me, was so naive about drug.
Money at the moment was not a problem because I often sneaked to my parent’s bedroom and open their cabinet.
One night my parents came home late from an overnight trip to find me dosing on the sofa at the sitting room. I had hardly finished sniffing a piece of pot that I had exchanged with my fathers old radio-cassette that was no longer in use. I cunningly managed to run into my bedroom without them detecting any foul play.
I had to lie each day-had to remember the lies I said the previous day so that I could continue it.
became good at lying that my parents could not discover it until it was too late.
Back at school I met with my friends, who were now real addict that one could tell from their behavior. However that did not stop me from being their company.
School life was fun and I enjoyed it.
We used to stay with friends and take drugs, pray together and fight other boys.
But now, I knew it was having fun the bad way.
The pleasurable life was to come to an abrupt and when one evening I felt sick, my all body was so weak and I felt so tired. I was sleeping in the hostel and one of my colleagues informed the senior that I was sick.
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