They Only See The Trouble

They Only See The Trouble

The afternoon heat in Kano had not even begun to relent after Zuhr prayers when the world I thought I knew tilted violently on its axis. I was visiting friends in the neighborhood where I once lived on Titin Dankura, Zoo Road—a place that held memories of quiet evenings and neighbourly banter. We had rounded a corner, walking back to where we had been sitting, when the atmosphere cracked open. People were running everywhere, screaming, their fac…