Abuse

Diary of a Tudun Wada Boy

“Za ka mutu, ka ji ko, you will die” my mother said with tears in her eyes. Though she tried to sound strong, her shaky voice failed her. She had found the parcel I had hidden beneath the books on my shelf. She had seen the content too; Weed, Refnol, Codeine and Ciggaretes, all stashed up for use later that night.
I have never seen using those drugs as abuse, they’ve always kept me alright every time I lose my cool, especially the weed and codeine. They keep me alive somehow.
But today I had contrary thoughts when I saw the strongest woman I’ve ever known cry.
“I only use this things” I thought, “It is they that do the abusing”.

Younglan Louis