My encounter with a drug addict. Part one

I was sitting innocently on my plastic chair with my books on it’s table just in front of me. I was busy, struggling, trying to squeeze some taxonomic terms into my brain like those bus conductors arranging luggages into the booth of a bus.
It was a Saturday evening. Everyone was out of the hostel to catch some fun and release their stress. I was busy with my books as usual- poor me....

Ben (not his real name) walked into the room, his walking steps can be likened to that of a child who has just picked his mum’s money, not so fast, not too slow. I hailed him as usual, "Ben my guy", he didn’t respond well. "God wan punish this one nii?", I said, thinking he wants to pull a celebrity on me as we always do.

I was engrossed in my book when I saw someone running outside, it was Ben. "What happen?" I inquired. He rushed to the door to vomit. I followed him with a bucket of water, splashed some on his face, gave him some to rinse his mouth, and in a few minutes, he was alright. Hmm Doctor Shittu. You can imagine how I was feeling.

He squat there for a few minutes. With sweat goshing out of his pores like a leaked drum. His temperature has risen so high that you see his sweat evaporating from his skin. The vapours were gyrating on the surface of his skin like that from a hot wedding jollof in that big black pot. I was afraid. Is Ben going to die? I thought. What’s wrong bro? What did you eat? Where are you coming from? I asked, after all, I’ll be a medical student in a few months, those were the thought on that part of my mind that wasn’t tensed. Because, sincerely, I was afraid. I didn’t know what to do. It was a weekend, it’s past six already, school is closed, school clinic will not be accessible. And we are as broke as a rat locked up in a church. "Better be fine, for our sake", was all I could utter.

"Shittu, I swear I never chop since morning", he said. "And you know you have ulcer?", I asked. "Na your Mumu go kill you Las Las", I said as I was about going inside. The he said, "no be that one be the problem sef, I con follow my guys take Trams— tramadol— this evening".

You’re irritated too? I felt worse.

Watch out for part 2 to know how I dealt with him....

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