Hello to our favourite Igbolabi,
It’s been a whole ass year since our last email. If you’re reading this, I want you to know this — you’re amazing. Thank you for sticking around.
I’d say light one up let’s celebrate but I know Tinubu is flogging everybody with koboko. Whenever you do light one up, I want you to remember that Twenty Past 4 is back!
— May
Our absence from your inbox has been mostly my fault. I’m sorry; blame it on settling in a new country.
On the bright side, I’ve settled into being a stoner in a new country. I’ve tried the highs and lows, the good weed and the trash ones, weed from the dodgy crackhead and weed from expensive dispensaries. I’ve tried shattering resin, oils, vapours, and flowers. And I can’t wait to tell you all about it soon.
— Wilde
Kpoli’s corner
Last week, I found a conversation on Twitter about people smoking at a Megan Thee Stallion concert. The consensus is that Megan doesn’t smoke and hates second-hand smoke, and rightfully so. However, there’s been a larger conversation about stoners vs alcoholics.
I want to hear your thoughts.
And if you have a minute to share your reasoning with us, please send a message. We’re always available to chat about weed.
News at 420
This is not news but weed don cost😭.
Relatable content
In light of the weed vs alcohol conversation, here’s a super helpful thread on weed etiquette. A recurring lesson for me is putting the blunt down. Yes, I be smoking every chance I get but I also know when not to, especially when I’m not at home.
— May
Bud of the week
Mac V2 and Gorilla Glue. GG4 eased me into the week after a long night of raving. It worked great for the party scene, considering it usually has that couch-lock effect. GG4 is always a go-to when I can’t recognise the strains my dealer has. For the rest of the week, the leftover Mac V2 in my work desk has the job of keeping me sane. It’s mild on my throat and my mind. Both strains are indica heavy which isn’t usually my first option but I will get them again.
— May
This week, I got my hands on Back Forty’s Mandarin Cookies. I like the terpene flavour, and it doesn’t give me a bad cottonmouth. It’s a sativa, which I find to be a gentle high. I got a 7g pouch for $CAD 34 which is pretty affordable for the quality and 24.8% THC content.
— Wilde
Smokers Tip
Since I last sent you a letter, I started a job at an organisation I like. The people are great, but it’s a pretty traditional company. I’ve had to be clever about keeping my smoking private but more and more, I find myself sneaking away for a quick smoke during my break.
My office is scent-free, and trying to cover my weed smell with body spray or perfume just makes it more obvious. I also don’t want to be responsible for triggering someone’s scent allergy.
The best I can do is to protect myself. I strip off my clothes before my midday smoke or wrap myself in a dressing robe and bonnet, which makes for a funny sight. Here are some other useful tips for getting away with your midday toke without using perfume.
Wear a bathrobe to cover your clothes/bonnet for your hair. It’ll prevent smoke from clinging to your clothes.
Smoke outside, on a balcony or near a window. Hold your joint away from you and outside the window.
Stand facing away from the direction of the wind. This will take the smoke away from your body.
Blow the smoke away from your face and body. Letting it hang around increases your chances of smelling dank.
Wipe your mouth, lips, and fingers with a wet wipe. This will remove any cannabis oil the smoke might have deposited, and you’ll feel fresher.
Drink some water and chew gum.
— Wilde
Storytime
You know I love having feel-good experiences around weed and communing with other stoners. This happened last year, so it’s not recent, but I’ve always meant to tell you.
I’m an ardent metalhead, and the Grammy-winning band Disturbed came to my city. Naturally, I was there like a stoner who sniffed loud in public.
It was an amazing show. They played all their classics and my favs. But the show was missing something. I had gone alone and didn’t bring any weed. It was still a great show but a little broccoli would have elevated the night.
A guy beside me nudged me and stretched his hands towards me. In it was a joint rolled in Backwoods. He nodded at me, stretching his closed fingers closer. My face must have lit up as I reached for it. I took a heavenly inhale from the joint, then another. I passed it back to him, nodding at the two other Filipino boys with him, all of us headbanging to Disturbed. We passed back and forth till the dying embers touched the folded-paper filter tip.
We didn’t exchange contacts or even names. We were just a couple of coloured boys, out in the night, hazing under the sound of the guttural voice of David Draiman.
— Wilde
Genuinely, thank you for sticking around. Writing this letter has brought back some light into our lives. Don’t forget to take a long drag that fills your belly in honour of our return. We promise to stick to the schedule this time.
Until our next letter,
Wilde & May.