SMOKING IS “SUICIDE” AS MUCH AS IT IS “MURDER”
Someone said that smoking kills, many people still say that, but it has never been enough to think about the idea of stopping, ever. I always thought about it as ‘giving up something’. But I have been put into the light when I started seeing signs of deterioration in fellow smokers that actually smoke cigarettes more than they do anything else. One becomes a walking chimney and goes to the extent of failing to do anything else before first lighting up a cigarette.
It sort of becomes so embedded in the brain that ‘cigarette first, then anything else or nothing at all’. Those that have smoked their entire lives have even changed color and appear navy bluish to night-blackish color in complexion. They reek and their mouths smell like dragon breath, not that I have smelt a dragon’s breath before. Clothes are filled with holes; coughing becomes heavier and hard to do; the chest feels like there is lead inside it as it becomes very heavy, especially in the mornings; with the continuous and constant poisoning, the brain, like all other organs eventually, is in constant danger.
Apart from the health risks that cigarette smoking brings, there is also the financial edge to it. Most people who even smoke in Zambia cannot even afford it. They have to risk other obligations in order to indulge into it. And it is actually a bad thing from the beginning because even when we first learn the habit, it is decently difficult to learn how to suck the smoke in and we often coughed. We think about how awful the smoke is and how we would never touch a cigarette ever again, but in a matter of hours or a day, we start craving to buy our own.
The suicidal and murderous side of it is in the fact that we smoke it and puff away into the environment and air that we share with other people, animals and earth. As a smoker slowly ‘commits suicide’, he murders earth another pace too. This is why I have finally stopped smoking and now aspire to greater things than just the way I feel or would like to feel. Thanks to my wife and 4 month old son. They have been my greatest inspiration to see cigarettes for what they really are, DEATH.
It sort of becomes so embedded in the brain that ‘cigarette first, then anything else or nothing at all’. Those that have smoked their entire lives have even changed color and appear navy bluish to night-blackish color in complexion. They reek and their mouths smell like dragon breath, not that I have smelt a dragon’s breath before. Clothes are filled with holes; coughing becomes heavier and hard to do; the chest feels like there is lead inside it as it becomes very heavy, especially in the mornings; with the continuous and constant poisoning, the brain, like all other organs eventually, is in constant danger.
Apart from the health risks that cigarette smoking brings, there is also the financial edge to it. Most people who even smoke in Zambia cannot even afford it. They have to risk other obligations in order to indulge into it. And it is actually a bad thing from the beginning because even when we first learn the habit, it is decently difficult to learn how to suck the smoke in and we often coughed. We think about how awful the smoke is and how we would never touch a cigarette ever again, but in a matter of hours or a day, we start craving to buy our own.
The suicidal and murderous side of it is in the fact that we smoke it and puff away into the environment and air that we share with other people, animals and earth. As a smoker slowly ‘commits suicide’, he murders earth another pace too. This is why I have finally stopped smoking and now aspire to greater things than just the way I feel or would like to feel. Thanks to my wife and 4 month old son. They have been my greatest inspiration to see cigarettes for what they really are, DEATH.