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Addiction is a disease that affects your brain and behavior. When you’re addicted to drugs, you can’t resist the urge to use them, no matter how much harm the drugs may cause.
Drug addiction isn’t about just heroin, cocaine, or other illegal drugs. You can get addicted to alcohol, nicotine, opioid painkillers, and other legal substances.
At first, you may choose to take a drug because you like the way it makes you feel. You may think you can control how much and how often you use it. But over time, drugs change how your brainworks. These physical changes can last a long time. They make you lose self-control and can lead you to damaging behaviors.
swipe for progress shot write up credit : @tikkybee “He stole my candy!” The boy screamed.
He was about seven years, the same age with Ade, and had his index finger pointed accusingly at my brother. I watched as tears streamed down Ade’s sunken cheeks, begging for his innocence. His bowl of sachet water sat idly, close to the puddle he knelt in. I dropped the almost empty bucket of sachet water I had on my head, by the roadside, and moved closer to the crowd. His face lit up as he saw me, and he burst into louder tears. “I no stole am Akin. Believe me. Na floor I see am, peek and put for mouth. I no stole.” Ade pleaded, his eyes searching mine for understanding. “I know.” I said quietly, wiped his face with my dirty head pad, and pulled him into my arms.
Ade clung to me and wept uncontrollably. I believed my brother. He could be troublesome, but he never lied… and no, he never stole. “Ah, na that boy? His face sef be like thief” A passerby commented “All these small small boys roaming the streets sef. Una no get mama ni? Una go jus dey use style dey tiff phone, tiff money, come dey tiff sweet on top.” A man said, hissed and left. “How dare you steal my son’s candy you riff-raff? I don’t blame you, I blame the government that allows notorious thieves in form of little children like you endanger our lives!” She spat on the floor and hugged the wailing boy next to her. “I… I… I… no… stole… swee… eet… I… peek… peek… floor” Ade sobbed. “I know.” I repeated, with my eyes fixed on the woman.
The woman made a move to hit my brother, and Ade ran to take shelter behind me. “Stinking pig” she hissed. “You have tons of it at home Jade. Stop crying, or you won’t go to Disney world next summer with your sisters.” I heard her say, as she pulled the bawling boy into the awaiting black jeep.
You only know who we are today; you don’t know who we may become tomorrow. I thought to myself, as I watched the black jeep speed into nothingness. #art#artist#naijaart#naijaartist#Unicef#who#idp#internallydisplacedpersons#afriart#africanchild#poverty#poorpeople#helpless#charcoal#deepart#brotherhood#nigeriangovernment#universityofibadan#ibadanartist
“THE POLITICAL PROMISE : A DYSTOPIAN FUTURE”..... our planning authorities and government give us promises and proposals of multiple infrastructures thinking that’s the solution to all our problems. Even neglecting the incorporation of green infrastructure into our environment.....Still most projects end up incomplete sir abandoned ....... Let’s not be shaped by environmental deteriorating infrastructure.’ My dear ogas at the top. Inspired by @markcrilleyreal ✨✨✨
3rd mainland bridge could probably end up like so...