There is no single party I have ever been invited to that weed was not in full supply. Almost always, some people will say something in deep sheng, such as, “Iko ndukulu?” At some point, you will see five or six people leave the house. Twenty minutes later, they’ll come back unusually happy and calm.
It is a pattern I am used to. In every nine out of ten house parties, there is always someone with rolls of bhang looking for company. There are people who smoke it as a passing fad, and there are people who are officially hooked to it, they can’t function without a puff. And the number of those hooked to weed is growing.