Puff-Puff-Pass: Weed as illegal recourse to happiness in a failed country.

Life is tasking, mounts a grave toll on your mental health, wroughts you so bad, leaving you short on hope and consolations.

Life as a Nigerian comes tougher; it’s amazingly tough it drives one insane, I sincerely think there should be a coping mechanism in place to endure life in my country.

I don’t know how long we can fake the gait and pose we put out about being strong and tenacious, it’s too much of a hard pose, and soon enough we are bound to falter, and cave into the dire distress of being agonized tenants in a failed country.

Life doesn’t give you the option to choose a family to fall to, nor does it give the option of a country of choice at pre-birth.

You have to contend with some predestined raffle, one that’s cast by an impartial God – as they’d make us believe.

As Nigerians, we go about our daily lives with apprehensions:

I once turned to a church as a coping mechanism from the throes and all —I was so in need of some lenitive hymn and gospel to allay my worries:

The hymn was helpful but takeaways from the gospel didn’t do much for me, it was all surface talks about tithing and funding of a new church complex – a total turn-off it was.

There is no making sense of a country like Nigeria, it’s a country so good at defying reasons and economics, a country with so much natural and human resources and yet on lazed breaths.

Once I took to downing beer to allay the throes – but binging on beer doesn’t come cheap, I’d have to down four bottles to have a seeming sense of utopia, and that’s just too much cost to bear.

So how do you stay happy in a country that’s trying so hard to rid you of happiness, how do you maintain decorum from a country that’s so raucous and inconsiderate?

Reefer is the cheapest recourse to happiness out here, a wrap goes for about 100 naira, and sets you up for good times and happy trails for at least 24 hours – offering a good break from the dire realities of a failing country.

It’s the feel-good, stay-good, and be-good therapy we look out for, and we don’t have to pay so much for it.

It’s therapeutic – and if you live in a country like Nigeria, you’d know that therapy is a pertinent routine you have to take on to stay sane.

Puff-Puff-Pass, and the woes pass.