Abuja.

Almost all your life,you've learned,from words and experience not to relate too closely with a particular tribe in your country. You're to be cautious about them.
They're knife-wielding,they hunger for war. So they need not be too many sparks,they'd create your death-furnace.

You've heard,you know.

Abuja.

No,they don't own the place. But they constitute a reasonable population. It's your first-adult-conscious time here.
You get on a bike,you fret. You're in thoughts. What if? What if? What if? I'm kidnapped? ... (Mind roving)

...taken to an unknown place. Stripped of everything. Given as wife to a man. Forcefully converted to some religion. Etc.

(Horn) (jerked back to reality)

You remember. "The Lord is your shepherd,you shan't want."

You hold your breath and repeat the 23rd psalm.

MIA

Hello fam!
Trust y'all have been doing fine. I'm sorry I've been MIA for so long. Been bustling. I'm back,very hopefully,and better. There's been a change though.

I'm back as Marvel,a friend. I'd  be managing the blog for a while. I trust we'd have a beautiful time while I'm here.
I'd put up a blog post in a few days. Today's for introduction. Lol.

Cheers!