It was not until my 300level in the university that I started using drugs. I had just lost my parents in a ghastly motor accident. Being the oldest and a man, I was expected to cater for my two younger sisters. Nelly was in her 100 level in school and Amanda was to write a West African Examination Council. I took up a job as a freelancer for an online news agency. I would wake up in the morning to source for news before going for classes and I would stay awake late in the nights to write all the stories gathered for the day. The pay was great and it made me stayed on the job. I made life comfortable for myself and my sisters.
Then one evening, I was finding it so hard to nudge aside the tiredness in my body system. I needed to read against tomorrow, I was having an organic chemistry examination. My roommate handed a stimulant to me. The result was perfect! I read throughout the night and all throughout the three days I wrote my examinations, I took the stimulant and I wasn’t having sleep issues.
After the examination, I didn’t stop taking it, I continued whenever I needed to boost my body. To make matters worse, he introduced me to lots of combination; Hydrocodone, Oxycontin, Cocaine, Heroin, Percocet, Oxycodone. We formed a gang of pills popping roomies. To me, it became my tea, which I could dissolve in warn water and sip as I work or read.
Fast forward to next year, I was in final year and I had just six months to leave school. I was bundled between writing a project and making a living. My drug use escalated. I took copious amounts of these chemicals every day to stay awake to tackle what I needed to.
Then one night, I went into toxic psychosis. I heard voices in my head, my body shook when I walked, I had difficulty in breathing. And for days, I couldn’t step out. I thought the voices and the unsteady walk were due to stress. I took more of these chemicals.
The voices didn’t stop, my body temperature increased. I became withdrawn; I missed lectures and wasn’t seen at work either. I ran out to the streets, living and sleeping inside the gutter. My sisters were alerted and with the help of friends, I was brought to the mental home. I have been staying here for eight months, lots of harmful chemicals were seen in my system. Although I am recovering, I have lost everything I fought for.