AJEGUNLE: The Tale From The Ghetto (By Fikfaknuel) - Season 1 - Episode 2

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AJEGUNLE: The Tale From The Ghetto (By Fikfaknuel) - Season 1 - Episode 2

Moji's curiousity intensified, evident in his eye brow going up a little higher than it's usual position as he he stretched and itched to see what was wrapped in the newspaper. As soon as the quite lanky thing unwrapped it, Moji saw it was nothing but dark green leaves, that have been meshed into each other. Saliu first took small and threw into his mouth, his facial features reacting wondrously irritated by the substance. His nose shifted, his eyes shut, and his teeth clamped down on his teeth. Moji had never seen something quite as powerful as that, as the lanky boy of about 19 continued as if showing a demonstration to Moji. Opening his eyes, he let out an exasperated exhale, as the redness of his eyes thickened, and the exhale smelt of rot.

After chewing the substance, he brought out a red stuff which held some white papers, the word 'rizzler' was boldly written on the red item and it was then Moji knew what the green substance was...Marijuana a.k.a Igbo.

He had heard of drug abuse amongst people, young people but he had never seen one, let alone be present at the scene. He thought why on Earth any one would want to burn out his lungs and cause general bodily damage to himself. Moji had seen the scars and marks, and amateurish tattoes on the body of this one but still for some reason, he wasn't scared of him. Moji saw some vulnerability when he was on the previous Jedi sticks. As Moji thought all these, the fella in question was meticulosly laying the marijuana into the white paper, doing it with such detail and care that Moji wondered what fate would befall him if he mistakenly hit the item off his hand. He'd rather be wise not to commit such mistake.

The final part of the demonstration, or so Moji thought was when he had licked the paper, after the younger one seemingly thought his tongue was devoid of saliva due to his incessant smoking. When he had succesfully completed his life's mission of 'packaging' the blunt, he brought out a lighter from his back pocket, and as he did, something fell out, which he picked hurriedly, but Moji had already seen what was written on it. He flashed his abnormal set of teeth again, and at that minute, he wished my eye was blind to the color yellow.

He lit the paper up with such finesse it caught up fire at the first try. He then placed one end at the tip of his lip, and looked at Moji again, before taking it in and sU-Cking it in,and letting out smoke out,which found their way to Moji's face, to which he frowned in disgust. He still couldn't figure what had kept him in such bad company, but he knew what. He couldn't lie to himself, even though he had already, when he frowned as the smoke whisked past his face. It smelt nice to him, like incense