Talking about illegal drugs in this country should even sound illegal but sadly it doesn’t. Laws are meant to be bent but these particular laws seem like they are meant to be broken and crashed.

A typical food chain has the primary consumer all the way up to the quaternary consumer. So is the food chain in the drug business. The drug lords wine and dine with the high and mighty, more like how an eagle chooses what to eat from up in the sky. However, under the lord’s table is the poor man, asking for the crumbles that fall on the floor. On the floor are the drug peddlers and the drug porters. So low are they in the food chain that most don’t know the name of their Lords or the Ladies who sit at the top.

I met this guy two years ago at a birthday party. He was stoned and very high. He sat all alone the whole time and never said a word to anyone. For a moment I thought he was dumb but then he proofed me wrong. Exactly when everyone was vey emotional exclaiming and prophecing how great God has been, he blurts out
“Does God really exist?”
That was like questioning the presence of hell when the pastor is giving a summon of how all evil doers will go to hell. Stares form the faithful congregants can actually drive you beyond hell.
However, his atheistic question is not the topic of discussion today; his constant state of highness is.
This guys is your normal campus guy, misses a few lectures and maybe a few cats here and there, like Bill in The Kenyan drug Lords I. However, unlike Bill, he not only partakes in the drug consumption but also in the drug transportation. He is a drug porter. Level II in the food chain.

This is what he does; he moves the stashes from one point to the next. That is not news but how he does it is what should be the headline.

A day in the life of a drug porter.

He gets the stashes from his supplier from an undisclosed location near campus. The supplier remains undisclosed because the drug lords don’t tolerate loose ends. He has a black laptop bag which he uses to carry the rolls. If you have been to a college campus, a black laptop bag is consistent with almost all students. In the bag, the rolls are put in compartments and then exercise books and other stationary put in. He then walks head high, crisscrossing campus like a normal student rushing to a class. He delivers to the other suppliers, gets his share of the deal and the trade continues.

Getting stewed for him, is like taking breakfast every morning.

“I have to be sure this thing is legit” he puts it, clearly proud of his acquired quality evaluation skills.

He gets paid depending on how much he has moved from point A to point B. On a good day of about two trips, he makes around Ksh. 1,500 and a top up to keep him high. This sounds like a good deal but the eventuality of being arrested is constantly in his mind. What scares him most is his little side source of income blowing up on his face and his supply running low.

How popular Ethiopian bhang is smuggled to Nairobi.

From these minor distributors, these rolls then get to the house party, the joint in the campus suburb and into those friends hang out after class.

According to the Kenyan Constitution, weed is illegal but that is far as it goes. The weed world is running, making profits running into millions, recruiting more campus students into trade and usage. The Kenyan drug lords are playing a game of chess and you and I are the pawns.

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Hello my loyal royalty

This drug story is not yet over, it is a very long one 😅.

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