I wanted time off the internet. So I turned off everything and starting reading real books. I am reading Born A Crime by Trevor Noah; it’s a memoir just like Ascending. It’s funny and nice; all African stories are funny and nice. Anyway, my restraint from the internet doesn’t last long and when I go online, texts upon texts and notifications upon notifications.

One is from Mwas, my good old friend and he has a piece that he wants on my blog. This rarely happens, I’m usually the one following people to write for the blog and most of them want to be paid to do that but Mwas isn’t for that life. He is a story teller from way back, he taught me story telling even. We go way back, this guy and me, I would write an article about him but I’m too straight for that. The difference between this guy and I would be sense. While I write about nothing, my writings lack objective, this guy writes for purpose. He writes to tell a story that changes a society or so he thinks. So when he says he has an article for the blog, I get super excited and finally it comes.

Ladies and gentlemen, drumrolls, behold I present to you our international correspondent all the way from outside Africa, Wilson Mwaaangiiii (This is where you start clapping)

As written by Wilson Mwangi…

I was once clean of all the toxins you all know. Little by little as I was enjoying what I so called “freedom” that is from high school. I was now a “mwananchi” or as they say “mwenye nchi” of which we all know it’s just hypothetical. So as the mwananchi was exploring the new world he found luck in one job that gave him good money. The first time in his life he had a pay cheque on his hands.

It all started there having money and lacking sense on how to use it, we all know cash come with all sort of friends it’s upon you to choose wisely which friends to hang out with. To me I, guess I did the wrong math on that area and all my friends were “kalewas”; little did I know I was being sucked in their inner circle in a very high rate. The person who had not tasted liquor had a puff of cigar or weed started giving room for the new lifestyle.

At first it was fun I was untouchable our crew was the talk of the day around our area, not listening to anyone’s say. Partying, clubbing and getting high was our thing. Not thinking of the future but one thing happened that really made me feel the emptiness in me. One of my friends was given a thorough beating by a mob when he tried to harass a lady on the road. This got me wondering “is this the life I want to have.”

So I said to myself I had to take some time off and refocus on me.Because sincerely speaking my life had started to take a wrong turn. The phrase “it’s never too late” was not meant for me at the time because everything I had just started crushing down.

My job was the first thing I lost; they said they had enough of my bad attitude and non-performance. After a short while the money I had finished so did my peers. It was just me alone, I could do some handy job’s, and all the money I would spend it on getting high to supress my frustration and failure, forgetting I had planned to change my ways as to become a sober.

After this addiction escalated my family decided I had to be clean again and they took me to a rehab. Am now working towards getting clean and return to my original me. It was not easy I was suffering mentally, emotionally and physically but am glad am clean now.

Drug addiction is real pals you start by taking some puffs, tots, lines injections and before you realise it has grown roots in your system and it will tear you down, unless you get help and courage to fight it which you shall pay dearly wishing that you never started.
So please keep off all types of drugs as much as you can.