Unlike many who thank God, parents, or sheer luck for getting them through campus, there are a special group that bows to weed as their saviour. The green guru, the herbal whisperer, the academic wingman. While others were burning midnight oil and crying into textbooks, these lit up a different kind of fire. Just a few puffs and suddenly Financial Management made sense.Some even swear a pre-revision ritual transformed them into Einstein. But are those struggles worth it?
Recently, NTV run a series of stories about how drugs make their grand entrance into university life. It caught my attention mainly because for all the years I was on campus, I had not cracked that code myself. I was at MUBS, the Harvard of Enjoyments. Curiosity does not just kill cats, it writes whole movie scripts at campus and textbooks of experience.
I occasionally visited other hostels, discussion groups on one end, fellowships on another, cCONTell meetings here, casual hangouts there and somehow, whatever the reason, all roads led to the same finish hotboxing and a casual drink or two… maybe seven, you know the drill. As a regular at Akamwesi Hostel, home to many legends, but none more famous than F1, the real-life Pablo Escobar of our time. If you know, you know.
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