One day, one of the bad guys I was hanging out with told me that the lifestyle I was living would eventually lead me to become a cultist when I got into the university but I shoved it off. In spite of my lifestyle, I prayed that God should help me gain admission into the university; I promised to serve Him and be faithful to Him if He answered my prayer.
Hills and Valleys
Since I could not get admission into The University of Lagos, I decided to apply to The University of Uyo. I did not really like schooling and only wanted to be in school because it was the norm.
God answered my prayer, and I gained admission into The University of Uyo the following year. There, I had some Christian roommates in the hostel; one of them was even the president of a fellowship who was in his final year. I began to attend fellowship with the president, and pray with him early in the morning.
I would read a little Bible in the morning, obey the little things I knew like not cheating in examinations, not lying, etc. Later on, he started to disciple me – taught me to pray, and even lead a few prayers in the fellowship.
Hived a quiet life and purposed not to get involved with bad company. Then, there was a strike action that occurred which made me return home. At home, I reconnected with my old friends and old lifestyle. In fact, I bought the drugs in large quantities and supplied freely or at a cost when it was needed – I forgot my promise to God.
The strike was called off and I resumed second semester, year one. I tried to get my spiritual fire back, but it was not as the first time – I was very inconsistent with the fellowship meetings. However, I regained my initial fire by my second year, mainly due to my academics because I wanted to do much better. Everything was going well. By now, I had moved to another campus and was consistent with a church group. I stopped drugs completely, I even got baptised in the Holy Spirit!
By the time I got into year three, things began to take a downturn. Pride set in because of my current status. I was also very discouraged academically when we (engineering students) could not do most of the practicals I had expected an engineering student to do especially in the laboratories; and, also some subjects required cramming which was not exactly working for me.
I gradually began to slip back to my past, until I was knee-deep in drugs again. In fact, there were some people who thought they were bad so I decided to do them the honours of showing them how to be properly bad.
I went from being a ‘spiritual’ brother to cultivating Indian hemp. I also used different kinds of drugs, including codeine. Weed at a time could not satisfy me, so I would mix weed and tramadol to get the ‘high’ feeling (and there were songs I listened to that spoke of how to mix drugs hidden in their lyrics). There was a kind of drug called ‘Arizona’, it had no smell but was very potent. I took that too. I transported and traded in drugs.
I had skills to keep the drugs from the border patrol teams, sometimes hiding them inside bags of crayfish and, because I had an innocent look, they would not suspect me.
I had contacts, mostly cultists, who I sold drugs to. These cultists needed to take something to keep their minds off their fear. I would give the drugs to them for free sometimes; and, whenever they ordered, I would supply. I knew how to blend in even though I did not talk much.
At times, we would put drugs of different kinds in different foods and drinks, especially at parties. Mostly, my job was to deliver the drugs to these parties. I also knew how to get girls; I would learn cool lines from songs and use these lines to captivate them. Sometimes too, I was dared by my friends to date a particular girl and I would do it!
To Be Continued…
Miraculous Monday: 15th April 2024
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