PUFF PUFF PASS
Puff, Puff,
Pass. That’s what we say when we're two or more and sharing a joint. But I
don't think I will be puffing or passing anytime soon. I've smoked my last
blunt man. Made a promise I fully intend to keep because it’s a sad day when a
mother catches her first child using……
And I was caught
in the worst way. July 22nd, 2011. I’m alone at home. My father has
gone on the job. Mom is at the store where she sells provisions. With the house
to myself, and no light (Power Holding was holding onto power again), I am
quickly bored. I think about going out, but it’s still early. Then I remember I
have some weed leftover from the previous day. So, I roll up a really fat one
and lock myself up in my toilet with my iPod on full volume.
I'm blazing
freely, singing along with Fela, when over the blaring of my headphones and
off-key voice; I hear banging on the door and my mother’s voice telling me to
come out
